False Alarm

Last night I had what I would call a false alarm. Shortly after a nice birthday dinner at our favourite Japanese restaurant with some of my favourite people, my parents, Auntie Merna and The B, I went home where I began to experience some Braxton Hicks contractions. I honestly thought I was going into labour - and so did The B.

At the first one, I looked at the clock 7:31 p.m. It was mild-moderate, however, I was able to continue knitting and watching a really engrossing documentary about World War I. Then the next one came at 8:03 p.m. Again, it was mild. Then another came at 8:31 p.m. This one was a bit more painful and I had to put down my knitting for a moment.

I got a bit scared and excited at the same time. By the time The B got around to timing the contractions on his iPod Touch, (he's obsessed with this toy and has downloaded loads of apps, one of them being one that records pregnancy contractions!) Mr. Braxton Hicks decided to bugger off for a little while.

Last night's episode got The B to finally get around to packing his bag and for me to do a load of laundry that contained some newborn onesies and hats I had picked up a few days earlier. It also got me thinking about what else needs to be done.

I went to bed not knowing what could transpire during the night. However, all was quiet and I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to face the day. Unfortunately, I had to miss my workout yesterday, so if all goes as planned today, then I'll venture to the gym for a little elliptical and weight training action.