Last night I was having contractions. I forced Tim to watch Newsies with me and time them. They were pretty strong, started in my back, and about 6-7 minutes apart there for a while. I was getting so excited. Maybe this was labor! Maybe Sam would be born that very evening!
No. Like all of my contractions I have been having, they eventually spaced out to 10 minutes apart, then 15, then 20, then nothing.
False labor sucks. It’s really kind of discouraging!
I guess I can just hope that those contractions last night did something to my cervix, yes?