What was that?

Sunday was a rough day of contractions. Even my nephew was amazed at how many I was having in an hour, but no pain.
Since I have been like this for so long, I thought nothing of it. That evening, late, Jeff and I were doing the bills. (I have a philosophy that all couples should budget and do monthly bills TOGETHER.) As we were working, contractions were contracting...until. Mama, I got one that hurt so bad. That was it, I fell into crazy mode. Jeff wanted to stop and call the doctor. My type A personality took control of the room. There was no way I was going to the hospital without the bills done. He couldn't believe how insistent I was, but he followed along. Once the bills were complete, we went upstairs to pack "the bag".

Low and behold, as we were choosing Sophia's coming home outfit when all contractions ceased. We both agreed to stay in bed quietly to see what would happen. The next thing we knew, it was 6 in the morning. We had made it. False labor? Gas? Baby Movements? What ever it was, it wasn't labor. The episode did kick us into high mode. We are more focused on getting little business aspects cleaned up, and last minute baby products put together for the big day.

Doctors appointment tomorrow. Hopefully we'll know more.