Baby Deuce and the ol’ irritable uterus are really putting me through the ringer. For eight hours starting Friday afternoon, I had very painful contractions that were four minutes apart for several hours, then they would become irregular for thirty minutes and go back to four minutes apart. Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous at all. I’m annoyed and stressed: annoyed that this keeps happening but goes nowhere, and stressed because if the contractions do end up being the real deal then I have so much more on my to-do list before she arrives!
Friday afternoon, I vacuumed, did some laundry, worked and cleaned the bathroom. I didn’t want to end up embarrassed by the state of my dirty bathroom if guests came to watch C!
When I woke up on Saturday morning with the same four-minutes-apart contractions, I went into full on nesting mode. I did the dishes, washed the newborn pacifiers, unloaded the dishwasher, did some more laundry, filed papers that I’ve been neglecting since we moved (a year ago!), changed the sheets, did some more work and completed some other random tasks that I can’t recall. I think the urgency in my eyes motivated Hubster to set up the pack n play in our bedroom and the crib in C’s room. That required rearranging C’s bedroom furniture. Hubster was on a roll, so he also rearranged furniture in our office.
I don’t think I’ve been this productive in ages. I haven’t had the energy to be this productive in ages. Baby Deuce is frightening me into productivity. I have to say, though, having all of those things finished feels pretty fantastic. Now that we’re as ready for her as we can be, what do you want to bet that she decides not to come until her scheduled arrival?