I settle on the couch with a bowl of cereal - then hop up and hurry to the bathroom, leaving a trail.
I don't want my husband's experience with this birth to start with cleaning up blood. So I try to plug the flow to deal with the mess, but it's just too much - I call for his help.
He insists on cleaning it up and letting me shower. I'm gratefully amazed as he calmly mops the floor. The shower feels good.
4:35, it's back to sleep. Crampy contractions occasionally wake me.
7:40, I'm up for the day with no notable contractions. But surely it will all happen soon, right? The regular clear leakage continues, but the contractions are weak and random.
I call a dear friend to ascertain if she's able to help out in Mom's place. Even though I've caught her on an extra busy week, she wants to come. I promise to text her.
Bedtime comes without any regular contractions. I sigh and tuck in.