Maybe...Maybe Not

Last night I tossed and turned in bed for many hours, completely uncomfortable, nauseous, and contracting a bit, but not enough to roll over and wake my husband. By 4am I was exhausted and kept thinking to myself...if this is it, I'd like it to just get started instead of this 'faking me out' business...if it's not it, I'd like a little rest please! 4am allowed for that rest. Whether the discomfort and pain stopped, or I was just so exhausted that I couldn't even tell anymore, I'm not sure. I woke up to the stomp, stomp, stomp, of 2-year old feet running down the hallway. I'm grumpy, but trying not to be, and my kids are bit grumpy too. Fun times. As I lay in bed contemplating whether I was really going into labor or not, I thought of all the things I still wanted to get done before this baby comes. Nothing major, but still, I have a list. Mondays are my grocery day, so I'd like to get another load before the baby comes. Wash some laundry; wash some baby bedding; get valentines cards for Lucy to give to her class. I'd really love to have a haircut before too and I have an appointment next Tuesday, but who knows if I'll last that long. It's a debate whether to stick it out for my usual hairstylist who does a good job and I trust, or go to someone who can see me sooner in an effort to just get it done, but risk not being satisfied with the work.