A Little Hiccup

My morning began with 8 contractions in an hour. Not such a good thing at 24 weeks. I anticipated some Braxton Hicks today because yesterday I spent 4 hours on my feet with my kids at a local spring fair. I did not anticipate 8 in an hour. A call to my doctor and my mother sent me to the couch with a big jug of water.

After a contraction-less hour I got up to clean the fridge out in preparation for a much needed shopping trip.

Contractions. Back to the couch.

In the meantime, my children and husband were in the backyard. Husband was building our newly acquired swing set (couldn' t pass up a Blue Light Special!) and children were playing giddily (yes, that is a word) with anticipation.

I successfully fed the kids lunch, went back outside and pretended to help Brandon for a few minutes, and then put the kids down for naps; all contraction-less. So I decided to get to my long to-do list and began cleaning the kitchen with the intention of mopping.

Contractions. Back to the couch. So much for my to-do list.

The evening passed with time on the swing set and a trip to Subway for dinner. Ditching the to-do list meant grocery shopping didn't get done. Dairy Queen for dessert was the highlight of the night.

Upon returning home I put the kids to bed while Brandon made his weekly phone calls for church.

Contractions. Back to the couch.

So here I sit as Brandon puts the groceries away. The groceries that he purchased while I, well, sat here.

It is frustrating to sit around all day when I feel capable of doing so much more. It is intimidating to think of what these next several weeks will bring if this isn't just a case of a bit too much time on my feet. It is humbling to know what a selfless husband I have, willing to jump in and pull some, or even a lot of, extra weight.

Tomorrow I will be taking it easy again.

Let's hope things calm down a bit. I have a lot of plans between now and the end of July, none of which involve sitting on the couch all day long with a jug of water.