Today has felt like labor day. Not as in the holiday but like I'm in labor. Don't worry--I'm sure I'm not. I was in labor once for about an hour before my epidural and LORD I know this isn't it. That was the longest hour of my life. I'm such a tough girl, huh?
I've had contractions all day, (Braxton Hicks, I am positive.) My mom is calling me an ambulance right now reading this--Mom, I'm fine. I'm starting to factor in how much my kids weigh and that maybe, just maybe, that has something to do with the contractions. When one or both of them has a bad day---more needy than usual--I hold them a lot. They weigh 70 lbs. combined and while I don't always hold them both at once I lift them at least 30 times a day. The last few days Charlie has been a peach. She's cruising everywhere so she only wants to be held when she's hungry or needs to be changed. Ty, on the other hand, has been whatever the opposite of a peach is. Lifting him a lot. Sean is home so he's lifting him a lot too. Thankfully he is not pregnant or we'd be in bad shape.
I'll post an update tomorrow afternoon. We have an appt. at 1:00 for the first time in two weeks. We're not feeling as anxious as past appointments because we got to skip a whole week. Hoping we find out the tumor is shrinking or at least stable. What a way for God to show off!