Blog From A Broad

are we having fun yet?

It's 4:50am and I've been having contractions every 10 minutes since 10:30pm. Whee. They hurt much more than they have done lately, which better be a good sign or else I'm going to knock myself out with a large rubber mallet. The contractions are making me produce involuntary chant-like "oooooooohhhh" noises (must be the Buddhist side of the family coming out of me), followed by "Ouch!!" because damn, they HURT. Beanie's position change might well be the cause of the increased pain and intensity, so I'm not going to be too surprised if they peter out in another couple of hours again.

This is just cruel. The contractions never start until I go to bed and they persist the entire night. They get worse as soon as I lie down, so the best I can manage is a few minutes of rest sitting upright propped up by my pillow fort. I didn't sign up for sleep deprivation until after the baby arrives. Someone obviously got my order wrong, and there will be an angry letter sent to head office.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaning over a beanbag feeling sorry for myself.