That is what my unborn son is saying between shit-eating chuckles.
Last night I had the false labor from hell. It all started on the couch in the living room. Sporadic, painful, very close together contractions that began to space out and regulate to about every 20 minutes. Nauseas and shakiness followed, and then I begin to shed (TMI WARNING) my plug. I was -so sure- it was going to happen that night and it just never did.
The only good thing about it was that it tired me out so much that I was able to fall asleep and get a decent night for a change. Normally for me I fall asleep around 11, wake up 2 hours later and end up watching tv until about 5 am.
Of course I feel fine today. The weather is shitty so it destroyed our plans to go clean my car out. We ended up eating a late breakfast and then I took a nap and Vance has been playing video games. So we have basically been doing...nothing.
My accomplishment for today: mastering crepes on the FIRST TRY. Amazingly, they're more like tortillas than pancakes, but still damn good.
So, a labor day for the most part wasted. And crepes are delicious.