Perry and the kids have come and gone. On his way home for lunch, he sent the three littlest ones to spend the day with Deanna and Tyler. The pastor’s wife and daughter came here to pick up the three middle ones, and he took the three oldest back to work with him. I’m alone again, in a big quiet house.
Before they left, they inflated the birth pool and hooked the hose to the water heater just in case I want to use it quickly and decide that the 15 minute drive is too long to wait. At this point, I don’t see that happening.
Contractions are going steady at 7-10 minutes unless I lie down or get distracted by company. They’re strong enough to make me look for something to lean on as I breathe through them, but I know I have a long way to go. I’m not sure I would even call this “active labor” yet, although real stuff is definitely happening. On a scale of 1-10 I want to say the pain is peaking at a 4 or 5, until I remember that the Labor scale is nothing like the I Stubbed My Toe scale. Then I realize I’d better keep the numbers conservative so that I don’t end up at 27 on a scale of 1-10. Let’s call it 3, or maybe just 2.5. Or if I really want to scare myself, it could be a 2.
Other things are beginning to happen too, but if you have no idea what that means you probably don’t need to know. Let’s just say that regardless of how long it takes, this definitely isn’t false labor. The baby may be taking his time, but he’s definitely on his way. Now I just have to decide whether to take a nap while I can even though it will prolong things, or stay up and moving and try to finish this asap. What if I stay up, and it still takes a long time? Then I’ll be wishing I had rested while I could. But if I rest now, I’ll be kicking myself at the end when I realize it all would have been over if I hadn’t been such a wuss early on. What to do, what to do?