False Alarm

Last weekend was quite an adventure. Saturday was Brett's birthday. We spent the whole day cooking a family dinner and getting ready for his party. We had my mom and dad, Sean, Mat and his family all over for dinner and then we opened presents and had cake and ice cream. I don't think Brett even knew what was going on that day. We kept singing "Happy Birthday" to him, and he thought that was fun, so he'd sing it back to us. He got a couple of fun new toys, but his eyes got really big when he saw the candles on his cupcake. He new just what to do with those. I think it was a successful birthday.

John had a little too much fun the with balloons.

Sunday was a little unusual for us. I wasn't feeling all that well, but John had to attend the Euless ward in the morning so he could go to some training for work in the afternoon. Therefore, I had to take the kids to church in the afternoon all by myself. My mind was on other things and I ended up staying in nursery with Brett the whole time. That worked out well, because there was only one nursery leader that day.
When we got home, I started to have contractions. That, along with a few other signs of labor, scared me right into packing my hospital bag, doing laundry, and getting the kids rooms cleaned. But then the contractions died off and nothing came of it.
I called the doctor's office the next morning just to make sure there was nothing to worry about. They took just about all day to call me back, and then sent me to Labor and Delivery for tests. I wasn't too happy about that because I was pretty sure everything was fine. The baby was still moving and I was feeling fine (other than anxious about the tests). But I went in anyway, and it took them 2 1/2 hours to tell me that nothing had changed and the baby was very healthy. I find that very annoying. But with everything else going on, it looks like labor isn't too much farther away. We'll see. Needless to say this weekend has been a bore compared to the last.