Ok, now I'm starting to understand why the pain is considered epic. Contractions getting serious. We walked up to Shirley's and then around the block with Dakota, which I think may have shrunk the spacing a bit more. I'm back down to 6/7 minutes betweeen, but they are each a much more massive project. John says they are much more regular now.
As the contraction hits, my back tenses, making my spine try to overly curl. A clenching pain grips my belly, with sharp stabs. My thighs pull on the front muscle, tightening and clenching like a charley horse. Actually, I think that's a really good description of these contractions - huge full-abdomen charley horses that unclench in about 90 seconds. It's the same kind of breathing to get through them, too.
I'm sleepy and hungry, which weakens my resolve on this stuff. At Shirley's I was feeling really futile and defeated like I couldn't even manage the current set on my plate, but I think part of that was having to be public and partly fatigue. Posting these posts now is a nice distraction. I'm still really glad that the worst of each contraction is right towards the beginning. Anticipating something like this would be really hard.
I talked with the next door neighbor over there about his newly adopted tiny chihuahua, who collapsed on his yard in LA. Apparently her name is starting to become Bubbles Laserbeam. Something to keep in mind in case Spiderbug doesn't match her planned name when she arrives. :>
Posted by argus at September 8, 2008 11:30 PM