Contractual obligation

So hey, remember yesterday when I said I was still having contractions? And the day before that too? Yeah, still enjoying them today. It's like the gift that won't stop giving.

If I sit down or lie down, my uterus is at peace with the world. The second I stand up, I contract. Last night, I went on a date with Josh. Of course, my irritable uterus had to butt in and come along as well. God, it's such a third wheel.

We walked about four blocks to our dinner destination -- mmm Mexican food -- and then took the El downtown, walked another three blocks and sat down to see "American Gangster." Which was awesome. Go see it. Really.

I had about 20-25 contractions on the five hours we were gone. Most of them while I was walking in an upright fashion. (As opposed to walking on all fours? God sometimes I sound stupid. Moving on.)

I refused to call my doctor, however. I know these are just annoying Braxton Hicks and I know if I lie down and drink water, they will fade for a while. So ignoring my husband, who kept saying I should just CALL already, I laid down and drank water. Three contractions and 45 minutes later, I was asleep. I woke a few times during the night -- you guessed it, contracting -- and by this morning they were mostly gone.

Except when I stood up to make breakfast for Jack. Or walk over to the little reading corner to read a book to Jack. Or quickly moved to the kitchen as little arms threw toys and a cell phone into the sink.

This afternoon I have sat on my ass and only had about three total. two of which came when I was standing up. I am sensing a trend here. One I don't really want to see, so I am ignoring all the statistical data screaming "bedrest you fool, you clearly need bedrest" and also ignoring my mother, who is saying the same thing.