And it gets worse

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Woke up this morning in exactly as much pain as I was in yesterday. This was great. Body adapted. JJ went to uni, I went through the day.

Just before lunch, after I got Tiny down for his nap, it got worse. Not labour pain intensity worse but noticeably worse. This was bad. I dealt with it. Tiny woke up, we had lunch. Half a slice of bread with butter soaked in egg. He had his little food critic face on, nodding and saying “Mmm…um!” Guess from that and the fact he scoffed it that he liked it.

I sms’d JJ after a while, coz I needed something, and couldn’t work out what.

Pain got longer. Not happy. Still, managed to avoid yelling at Tiny for no reason except for one time, can’t even remember why. I wasn’t doing too well though. Talked to people on irc while trying to entertain Tiny at the same time. Acknowledged that I was needing help or something but still not having a clue what I was needing. Ring JJ, have a quick chat to him, he asks me if I need him to come home. I can’t decide.

After he’s finished his lab report JJ calls me back and asks again if I need him home, then comes home. Pain hurts lots. JJ is really tired and constantly apologising for being short. We have dinner and then I put Tiny to bed. JJ is falling asleep as I’m taking Tiny to bed, I doze off for half an hour or so after settling Tiny, then go out and snuggle up with JJ. Finally realise what I need, lots of JJ cuddles, which he hasn’t been able to give coz he’s been too busy with uni work.

Pain is still paining. Contractions still contracting. Two more days til 36 weeks.

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