the labour that keeps going, and going, and going, and...
As predicted, the contractions came to a halt at around 9 this morning. On the plus side, it meant I was able to go back to bed and steal a little bit more sleep. On the downside, obviously I'm in for more of this nonsense for god knows how long. I had a chat with Laura whose sympathy and empathy makes me want to curl up on her lap and cry, and she reassured me that this isn't uncommon and doesn't mean the baby will have problems coming out.
I just feel so demoralised. My brain knows that these days of contractions are accomplishing something, but it's very difficult to appreciate that right now. This morning's contractions have thrown me because they were extremely painful - and I'm not even in established labour yet. How the hell am I going to cope with the pain when "real" labour starts? I know the pool will help, but I need to get to the halfway point before getting in. It just seems a very steep uphill battle. A steep rocky hill covered in angry goats and a lot of sheep poo.
The advice I've been given is to rest, take baths during the late night contractions, eat, drink lots of water, and have a large glass of wine before bed. Glass? At this point, I'm going to down an entire box if it means I can get some sleep. I'm heading back to bed.