That cramp in my abdomen (I guess I can call it a contraction–that just seems so weird!) returned this morning. So yet another day not at the office! Oy. I am drinking water like a fish and trying not to worry. That is hard for me to do–the no worrying thing.

So to get my mind off of things, I am doing what any self respecting woman would do–I am going shopping with my sister. I still need a few items that I need to take to the hospital when it’s the Real Thing, and it seems like I better just go ahead and knock that out. My sister offered to chauffeur me around slowly and restfully so I can get those few things purchased. And we’ll do lunch somewhere in there, too. It always helps me to have a nice meal to look forward to.

Then tomorrow, we are back to the ultrasound doctor to see how things are coming along. My mantra is, “Week 35; Week 35.” Apparently, a baby born in or after Week 35 has far less preemie problems than one born earlier. That is next week. Surely I can make that, right?