|Mim and her godfather. He'd been dancing with |
and she fell asleep.
I'd been in what I was calling "pre-emptive labor" for eight weeks before Mim was born. It's kind of like the training you need to do before you go and run a 5K race--except that when I got to the race part I took a short cut through a briar patch. That's how I give birth; and I'd rather go through eight weeks of labor and an hard, fast delivery than go through a 20hour labor and delivery.
Anyway. I'd woken up Thursday morning with a feeling--the one that says "in the next two days." By dinner time I was mildly disappointed that I hadn't gone into labor yet, but around 8pm I noticed a subtle change in the contractions. They were becoming consistent.