To quote myself: "Would hate for them to check me, laugh and then just send me home."
OK, so I didn't get the laugh, but I certainly got sent home. Ray and I thought we did the whole timing thing right, but apparently we were WAY off!!!
Long story short: We went to the hospital tonight, spent about two hours in Labor and Delivery and learned a whole bunch about contractions -- specifically, how to time them correctly. Apparently what I thought were coming every five minutes -- we had timed them for two-plus hours -- were not coming regularly at all. I was certainly having a whole bunch, but they weren't coming regularly and were not strong enough. So, we were sent home.
Emotionally, we're tired. I'm a bit more embarrassed than anything -- I mean, I thought at the LEAST I would be dilated to 1 cm or something -- but no, I'm just a "fingertip." I guess that's better than being "all closed up," but that's like saying the second year of high school is better than the first; really, they're both terrible.
So I am going to bed now. And I'm hoping that someday I will go into labor -- preferably before Lola's baptism.
- Bethany :)