Darn You Braxton Hicks!

I am dragging this morning. My poor wife was up most of the night with Braxton Hicks contractions. Being the sweet husband that I am, I was up with her. She could not get comfortable, walking did not help much and hula hooping was offering little relief. I know that she was having major discomfort, but I thought it was cool to feel her stomach tighten up.

These "contractions" were the most intense yet. I was ready with my stopwatch to time the intervals, I had my driving route planned out and I was ready to start coaching. "Let's run the spread-push-out!" I probably overloaded Google as fast as I was searching differences between BH and real contractions. I must admit, I was getting excited that he was coming.

After timing the "contractions" for about an hour, I concluded that the intervals were to sporadic to be the real deal. Jamie was finally able to get comfortable and relax. I grabbed a few pillows and situated her in the bed in a sitting position which allowed her to get some pressure relief.

This process of contracting, trying to get comfortable and walking around lasted for almost two hours. She kept telling me to go to sleep, but that wasn't happening. I was in go mode. We laid in bed, well I laid in bed, Jamie sat up, and watched a few minutes of television. After about five minutes I heard snoring. I knew that I was okay to take my eye off of her for a while.

The rest of the night was un-eventful. We both were asleep and all was well. I absolutely do not mind staying up with my wife while she is going through all of this pregnancy stuff, but I am exhausted. I can only imagine how she feels. This child needs to slide on out so Daddy can get some sleep.