2:30 a.m.

I woke at 1:30 a.m. exactly. I don't think the contraction was any harder than the bad ones I've had, but it hit while I was sounds asleep. Surprise. There's nothing cool about waking up like that. I went to the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep, but it kept coming, every ten minutes or so. I could not sleep.

So I'm up in the living room, timing these suckers. If they go away, I'll go back to bed. In the meantime, I figure Alan needs some sleep, because he might not sleep tomorrow night. If they stay the same or only get a little worse, Alan and I will go out for breakfast around 5 a.m. and then call Sunny and head over to the hospital. If they get too much worse, we'll head straight to the hospital at 5 a.m. But I sure would like to have had breakfast before being admitted.

Of course, now that I think about it, I feel like I might throw up and I'm not hungry at all. So we shall see.

Etcetera.