Well I guess I will start this entry off with the bad news/prayers needed. Jason's cousin, who is also a childhood friend of mine, was 14 weeks pregnant yesterday when she had a miscarriage. She was very excited about this pregnancy and understandably it's termination was very trajic for her. She did have to be sedated because she was so upset but she is home now, resting. Please send some prayers out her way.
Well last night I started having contractions but really didn't think anything of it because I've been having a lot of false labor lately. So Jason and I went out to eat with Brooke and my mom and by the time we got home I was convinced that it was the real thing. The house was a mess so Jason started the laundry and did some dishes while I cleaned up Brookie's room. Suddenly I heard a strange whistling sound. Then I heard Jason run downstairs and I could hear him and my mom yelling back and forth to each other over the whistling and I also heard a lot of banging....I thought, this can't be good. My mom runs upstairs, grabs some pots and runs back downstairs, telling me that nothing is wrong and to stay upstairs!!! Well of course I went downstairs where I discovered the water heater was going crazy and dumping hot water all over the basement. We had to turn the water off to the house and we had no heat. My mom was on the phone with the oil guy begging him to come down right away because "we're about to have a homebirth and we need heat and water!!" Well that pretty much stopped the contractions, I don't know if it was b/c it wasn't real labor or my body was reacting to the situation, but it is a good thing I didn't go into labor last night. Maybe tonight....Brooke was born four days late and today is day number four for this baby....maybe four is the magic number for my body......
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