Apparently, labor pains don't go away. They just keep coming and coming and coming. I called and strongly recommended that Dallas come home as soon as his 1:00 meeting ended. He arrived in time to help me monitor the contractions for. the. rest. of. the. day. About 7:00, we started walking around the block to move things along. My contractions got worse as we walked. We still hadn't reached that "5-7 minutes consistently for an hour" point, but I was tired of not knowing where we stood. And I wanted to know if I could go to bed to try to sleep or if we should keep timing the contractions. We decided to go to the hospital to get an update. I fully expected them to send me home, but at least we would come home with more information.
We got to the hospital around 9:30. After monitoring the contractions, we were told to walk the hallways for an hour and squat (I needed to squat. Dallas did not.) during each contraction. Whoever came up with that idea should be shot on sight. Regardless, the walking/squatting drills seemed to move things along. I was admitted around 11:30.
Oh, and Nemo never did get a bath.
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