It’s a good thing I’m not expected to go to work today.  A really, really good thing.  If I had been expected to trundle into work at 8 AM this morning, I would likely have spent the hours between 1 AM and 4 AM in tears and then spent the rest of the day completely useless.

You see, I was sleeping last night.  All curled up in my nice warm bed, blissfully unaware of anything, when *BAM*! Contraction.  One that was strong enough to wake me up, and painful enough to be slightly disorienting, given that it pulled me from my sleep without so much as a reconciliatory cup of hot chocolate.

It subsided, and I tried to fall back asleep, only to have another contraction come hurtling around the corner an hour later.  Given that the contractions were an hour apart, I didn’t start getting excited or anything, but I was definitely curious about whether Something Was Up.  I tried in vain to fall asleep again, and when no other contractions came I eventually fell back asleep sometime around 4 AM.

Can I just say that getting woken up by contractions in the middle of what was an otherwise uneventful and restful sleep is totally lame?  If my uterus wants to wake me up with contractions, I’m all for it at this point, but she’d better make sure they’re coming on strong and regular or it’s just a great big version of Pregnancy Punk’d, isn’t it?

So now here I sit.  With no baby in my arms and no contractions and a giant belly and a sleepy head.  I suppose this is all par for the course, and also a really good reason to give yourself some time off work before the baby comes, but oh my goodness.  So tired.  And ready to be done gestating.