For the love of God and all that is holy, GET OUT OF ME! That really is the only thing that keeps running through my brain tonight. I have been having contractions for 2 weeks now and this little beast will not leave me! Granted, they are inconsistent contractions. You would think by the 3rd time around these Braxton Hicks buggers wouldn't fool me....but yet again. I find myself every night timing them and getting my hopes up but...but...but...NO. My parents are starting to fear me because I am getting mean. Admittedly by evening I am usually pretty grouchy, looking around for things to throw at my dog for no good reason. I think Dan is thanking his lucky stars that he isn't here for these last few weeks. Chances are I would just kick him. I was pretty mean to him when I was pregnant with Savannah come to think of it. I was almost 2 weeks overdue. I tried EVERYTHING to go into labor. Those last few days when he would come home from work I'd just growl at him, "Pants off Cain...I'm having this baby today!" Unfortunately that isn't an option this time seeing as my husband is deployed - unless any of you know of a really brave and willing stand in. Ew. That even grossed me out. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.