Friday the 13th

Well it looks like Stephen Covey and the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles- for my international readers) will have to wait. It looks like my baby will be born on Friday the 13th. Good thing I'm not (too) superstitious. I got up at midnight awakened by contractions, cleaned house until 3am, then took a much needed snooze. Mercifully, I slept till 7am, even though the contractions kept coming every 10 minutes and actually got stronger. I did feel them in my sleep but they didn't wake me. I can only attribute that to the prayers of so many. I really needed the sleep. Using the pain scale (0-10), I would rate my contractions right now as a 4-5. Pretty painful, but manageable. I'll call the Brits over now, and my doula. The midwife doesn't want to be called till the contractions are 5 minutes apart, but I'll give her a head's up around 8am. The kids are out of school today (how did that happen?) but I'll call my mother-in-law to see if she will take them costume shopping or something. All is proceeding well, baby is kicking a lot, and the sleep has renewed my energy.