Getting ready for baby D.B.'s arrival

Last night was not a restful night at the Farmer house. Dean had trouble falling asleep (which is beyond rare), our child decided he would try to run a marathon inside my belly and I of course was wide awake making strange grunting noises at all the kicks I was receiving. Gabby was the only one who snoozed through everything. After Dean and baby D.B. settled down I tired to fall asleep, but was up every few minutes going to the bathroom or thinking about going to the bathroom. Sometime between bathroom breaks and 4:30am I slept...I think. At about 5 a.m. I started having braxton hicks/real contractions about every 10 minutes. (Yes, I actually squinted at the clock across the room every ten min) It's hard to tell if they are real contractions b/c although they are VERY uncomfortable/painful I could breathe through them - and from what I've gathered every one's description of these contractions are different. So, at 6am I decided to get up drink lots of water and move around to see if that changed the 10 minute cycle. It did. They (the bh/contractions) slowed down to about every 15 minutes. After I fed Gabby she went upstairs to wake up dad. Once Dean was up I convinced him to go for a walk with me. It was so nice and cool outside - the sun was rising - just a beautiful morning! The walk was painful for me, but hopefully it helped get this labor process started. Which brings me to my next point...Tropical Storm Danny. Low pressure = labor, right? Isn't that what I've heard all my life growing up on the Gulf Coast? I guess you can tell from this post that I am ready to meet my little guy and hoping that he will arrive safely sometime this weekend! Only time will tell...

A sunrise picture from our walk this morning (39 wks)
A picture outside Portsmouth Naval Hospital monday afternoon before our most recent dr.'s appointment (sorry for cutting off your head sweetie)