39 weeks

Or: When will this ever end?!

Today, I'm tired. Because overnight, for a good 13 hours, I had contractions. They hurt. But they never progressed. They never got closer together. They just were. I slept for maybe 3 hours total.

I was so hoping that was IT. We had a friend lined up to come over and stay with Eli, since it was over night. We were 2 contractions away from calling the doctor. But, then they slowed down again. And I was devastated.

I never went through false labor like that with Eli. Usually, if I had contractions, they'd last a couple of hours max, and that was it. But 13?! That was ridiculous.

I am so anxious to be done, to have him in my arms (instead of my belly) but at the same time, I feel like I need to slam on the brakes. I need just another day with Eli. David and I didn't get one last night out.

But, with each passing day, I feel my chances of a VBAC slipping away. And that scares me, because the thought of going through major surgery again terrifies me - the time in the hospital, the recovery, the pain. UGH. The thought of it makes me want to cry. So please, Baby Brother, Let's Do This.