Yep, you ladies have been there and you know what I'm talking about. The thrills of false labor in the form of contractions known as Braxton-Hicks.
Kristen has just begun to enjoy this experience. Take last night for example, I'm working on the computer and she's in the other room watching the tele. All of a sudden an "Ooh" breaks the silence. Being the attentive husband that I am, I jump up to find out what's going on.
Was something cool happening on television? Did she slip, fall, etc?
Nope just false labor in the form of a Braxton-Hicks contraction.
After this occurred a few times last night, I find myself already desensitized toward it, much like a car alarm. The false contractions continued this morning. I made the mistake of calling them false contractions and was quickly corrected by Kristen.
"Oh, they're real alright (explicative here)!" she said.
False contractions, false labor. It is all the same, right? Until it is "go time", it is all false to me.
I'm sure that comment will win me points tonight!