
So last night at around 3ish I woke up to a not so great feeling. I have been having stronger contractions this last week but this one by far was the worst and woke me up out of a deep sleep. I brushed it off and snuggled back down into my covers to go back to sleep. Well not long after that another one hit and then another.
On the 3rd one I decided to wake up Charlie. This is how the conversation went:
Me: I think something is going on
Him: Who is awake and where are they (he thought one of the kids was awake)
Me: No...not the kids the baby...I am having contractions
Him: Well, you need to lay down and relax!
Me: Ummm...I am laying in bed and was asleep how much more relaxed do you want me to be?
I had to laugh at this point because I could tell I was having a conversation with my husband who was still 1/2 asleep. I mean did he think I was up at 3 o'clock running a marathon or something?
So I spent the next two hours laying wide awake in bed with all the thoughts rushing through my head of how I don't have a bag packed yet and who am I going to call and on and on....I woke Charlie up each time I had a contraction and he would jot it down and quickly fall back to sleep. I am always amazed at my husbands ability to sleep through such an event but I guess he was REALLY tired! After two hours of pretty regular painful contractions they stopped!
Don't get me wrong I am glad they did but man what a crazy night! I hope there are not too many more nights like last night until it is the real thing because that was quite the roller coaster of emotions.
So now instead of laying my head down and trying to get a few more winks I am blogging and then off to the grocery store to throw together a meal for a new family in the ward we invited over for dinner. Do you think they would be impressed with frozen pizza????