Exactly one week ago today, I woke up around 3:30 in the morning with what I assumed were stomach cramps. After pooing and still having them, I then assumed I was having Braxton Hicks contractions (i.e. false labor). That I could actually be in labor was ridiculous to me; I was certain that Henry would be born after his due date (kinda like how I was certain he would be a girl). But after an hour had passed and the pain had increased, not decreased, I decided time how far apart the "cramps" were, just in case.
Assuming that he keeps eating well and can maintain his body temperature without help, he could be home by the end of the week! I can't wait to have him full time. Our apartment feels so empty right now.