Yesterday, I was the other thing. Grumpy and crampy with New Exciting back pain thrown in for good measure. Because the back pain was a new thing, I almost thought maybe this would be it and today I'd be in labour (and thus not have to write the blasted hurricane plan, which was certainly a consideration of a silver lining). But at about 2am this morning, suddenly it all went away and today I'm lovely and happy. And bumpy. People have stopped telling me how small I am. I don't think this is a coincidence.
Luckily, I had a midwife appointment yesterday, so I was able to not be too paranoid about the new pain. They took my blood for the "36 cultures" (no, that doesn't mean we have to stick you 36 times, it's just the 36 week thing) and I had the pelvic exam that will be a regular feature of my visits from now on. Apart from taking various swabs and confirming that my chronic yeastiness is still around (lovely, eh? no wonder nobody reads this stuff) and giving me a prescription for it, my midwife said I'm 70 percent effaced but still not dilated at all. Which is fine with me because not only will B. be away at a conference this weekend, but so will the midwife. So when she said "You're not going to be having a baby this week" there was more than a hint of the imperative in there along with the wise-woman prognostication. Fine with me, especially if I keep feeling like today more than yesterday.
That would be nice.