Thomas came through his surgery with flying colors. He wasn't himself until about 5pm in the afternoon, but from that point he's been doing beautifully. Today he hasn't even needed tylenol, and his chief complaint has been that we're not letting him eat crackers. We're such mean parents.
I finally got new glasses (they were years overdue) and am now trying to adjust my brain. It is protesting the process.
Yesterday, all night, and this morning I had millions of contractions (averaging about 7-15 minutes apart). Yesterday I kept telling myself that it was not yet ok to go into labor, because I hadn't yet bought any birth supplies, and Thomas wasn't in shape to go to someone else's house yet. This morning, since Thomas was doing so well, I figured that the weekend was a great time to go into labor and I might as well just get ready and see what happened. Unfortunately, as soon as I got home from Target (having bought the birth supplies!) all contractions stopped. Even though I knew that it was unlikely to go into active labor this early, I'm still discouraged.
My brain is tired. Real posts might resume around December.