Playing Hard-to-Get

Rachael, it seems, is playing hard-to-get. We had a small false alarm last Friday: about 6-7 contractions 10 minutes apart...that stopped as soon as I got up to go to the bathroom. The doctor checked me yesterday: 3 cm, 50% effaced. Well, this morning a little before 2 a.m. it started. I had painful contractions regularly every 10-12 minutes until about 8 or so, even with me getting up every hour for the bathroom. Then, to my dismay, they started spreading out until by 1:30 we were pretty much done. I went to the doctor to get checked again, and also because I've come down with a cold in the last day and wanted to see what it would be ok to take for the sinus pressure, headache, sore throat etc. So today, I am still at 3 cm (after all those contractions even) and 70% effaced. The doctor stripped my membranes--between the lines that means "hurt me"--and sent us home again.

Please come Rachael! We want to meet you.

P.S. On a lighter note, Patrick worked from home today so we could go if we needed to. This is how he kept track of my contractions...

What a nerd: an excel file. I love him.