Confession

So, yesterday I had a few hours of more serious contractions. I could feel them up front for once. The late ones even made me pretty nauseous. I go downstairs to sit them out while seeing if they get worse. Tears coming down because I'm frustrated with how I feel but knowing it's not yet time for the hospital. Jason makes me some tea and I head to the bathroom. After coming out, I reach into the closet and grab out a stuffed animal Donald Duck. I head back to the couch with Donald in hand, put on a blanket, and just sit there with my tea. I was back in bed 30 minutes later. Jason says he loves it how when I don't like something or don't feel well, how I'll still go for a stuffed animal (these days it MUST be Donald) to make me feel better.

Hey, whatever works.