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Close Call My Internet Friends, Close Call

Well, we made it back from Fargo and the baby's still baking. It looked a little scary there this afternoon right before the service started. Lots of sharp shooting pains but they subsided, thankfully. There were a couple really hard contractions on the way home that made me nervous but I kind of ignored them and took a nap. If I thought about them too much I would have freaked out.

On the way up to Fargo, I got a text that a coworker of mine was in the hospital having her baby. She was 9cm already. She's due the day after me. That didn't help my nerves at all.

Anyway, we made it home safe and mostly sound. I've got photos from Mandyland's 21st (she doesn't remember saying bye to us) and tons of photos with the whole clan up north.

The baby is moving around a lot and there's a ton of pressure. I kinda hope it's just me needing to pee. Now I have to show the husband how to blog for me lest my 365 (-3) goes down the toilet while I'm at the hospital. Though they do have free wireless there. Hmmm.....

Yeah, I'll be that woman who live blogs the birth. Ha! No I won't.

I think.


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