What a weekend this has been!

Lizzie and I went shopping Friday for a storage unit for the playroom. Her daughter, Brenna, apparently LOATHES staying at home, so Lizzie needed a break... And I, of course, needed a place to stash the ungodly amounts of toys we've accumulated with only ONE child!

So, we went to Target. They had some cute little storage shelves with open plastic baskets... And some of the spiffy wall units that you stick fabric drawers in. The latter were on sale and I was pleased. We loitered in the aisle for a good hour, admiring fabric drawers, looking for this cool spin-y island dealie, and listening to my sweet daughter talking at the top of her lungs (Brenna was sound asleep in the Moby).

But, of course, Liz and I both knew we'd seen them at Home Depot or Lowes or something and SURELY they would be cheaper than Target. Riiiiiiiiiiight. So, we packed up our children in our respective cars and booked it over to Home Depot (right across the street). They had one storage unit, but it was neither nice, nor cheap. Boo! My back was killing me, so I sat on a lovely display of outdoor furniture they had set up just inside the doors while Ainsley (and Aunt Lizzie!) raced around the place exclaiming "Lights!" (The light fixture section apparently was a bit overwhleming for her).

After my back quit throbbing quite so much, we wandered back over to Target. I had admitted defeat and wanted to use one of their little motorized scooters. Seriously, it take a LOT for me to admit I can't go anymore, but... I SO could not. And ya know what? Neither of the ones they had were charged. Grr.

Anyways. I waddled back to the back and Lizzie and I hauled the heavy thingie into the cart and we checked out. By this time, I was fairly certain I was dying (Liz agreed). We stopepd at the little Target Employment kiosk and I sat for another 30 minutes or so, just to get the gumption to make it out to the car.

And that was the EASY part!

Since Friday night, I've had contractions at the mere THOUGHT of doing anything. I gathered up laundry Saturday night and actually had to go lie down my back and belly were throbbing so much. Aaron and I kept talking about me going to L&D... But, that's a copay that just seemed unncessary. frankly, we don't have $150 to plop down to be told to drink more water and rest. (When we called Friday night because I was CRYING in pain, the nurse told Aaron to have me take a tylenol, a hot shower, and go to bed. Thanks, lady.)

Then, last night, the contractions started up again and they were AWFUL! A few came every 2 minutes, but them started to slack off so that it was between 7 and 22 minutes between... And then the ebbed off all together. I'm only 31 weeks! I don't TRULY believe I'm in LABOR. I just believe SOMETHING is going on. Something that ain't quite right.

So, I called in this morning and am going to the doctor at 11:15. I'll update when I get back-- presuming he doesn't just say "Well, if they were REAL contractions, you'd have a baby by now!" in which case I will be in jail for murder. :)