Two, and three.

In the wee hours of Tuesday morning I had some hard Braxton-Hicks contractions. To my immense disappointment they stopped (thus making them BH contractions) and haven't resumed. Nothing last night ... so I'm still waiting. This is the HARDEST part. Though I don't want an induction I fully understand why people schedule them. Having a concrete date that it will all end is such a relief (my doctors won't let me go past 42 weeks without inducing but I'm praying and cannot accept that it will go that far). Damm meant to post over the weekend but didn't have time. He was a hero and took over another dude's assignment so that dude could leave base to spend time with his wife and kid :D He hasn't had surgery yet but has a consultation next week. I sent him The Mortal Instrument series and he finished it off in one day. Sigh. I think I paid $12 to ship it. It should've taken him longer. But he has access to a library so I shouldn't have to pay too much ...

I couldn't sleep. Woke up at 3:30 am, realized that I felt normal and wasn't having contractions, and wanted to throw a nice big fit. Ate my morning chocolate to console myself and completely forgot that early in the morning the caffeine from the chocolate makes my heartrate go up-thus making sleep impossible. So I'm sitting at the computer. I've checked gmail, dabbled on facebook, and currently am wondering how Damm can surf the internet for hours . I'm out of stuff to do in 20 minutes. Today I'm dragging the brother-in-law along to go see G.I. Joe with a friend of mine+her mother+her friends. Too many girls scare me. Too many girls is a good thing for single bro-in-law :D Plus bro-in-law will have no problems waiting until the end of the movie to drive me back if labor happens to start whereas friend might panic and insist. But really, there's no point. Not unless it starts out extremely fast and hard. Might as well sit back and enjoy the movie. And the po...