So, as you know from my post last night, I have been having contractions. At 23 weeks pregnant, having contractions is not a good thing, I feel like I am walking on eggshells now. True I went through this same scenario with Robert 4 years ago, but I did not think I would have it happen again. Around the same gestation I started having contractions. Some have asked me if they are braxton hicks, but with braxton hicks you get those irregular pains that come and go. Contractions are regular and with the contractions I am having, my Dr confirmed it today at my appointment today that these are regular, about 3 minutes apart which is what they have been since yesterday. Good thing is I am not dilating, down side, they dont seem to be wanting to stop. I had a very restless night of sleep last night, trying to get comfortable. Being pregnant, a woman already has a hard time sleeping, but with these mini contractions that are every three minutes, they make sleep even harder to come by. I have been dragging my feet today, I have no energy, and I am hoping for sleep to come to me tonight. I go back to my doctor in 2 weeks, and like with Robert, it will probably be every 2 weeks until I deliver. I hope to be able to hold out until at least 36 weeks, which was my goal with Robert and I made it. Robert beat the odds, on top of having his own medical issues, he came out screaming and was a healthy 6lb 13oz baby boy. I am hoping and praying that I can last that long, I keep telling myself I did it before and I can do it again. I remember that after a week of these wonderful little contractions, I became immune to the pain, which I am hoping happens again if I will have to endure another rough pregnancy. At least this time around, we live just a few blocks from the hospital, and not a couple of hours like before, so I wont have to be away from my husband for the remainder of the pregnancy. Having the Ronald McDonald House was a blessing during that time, but I much rather be able to stay home and if need be, I dont have far to go to get to the hospital. So, here I go again, and I will make the best of it like I did last time. I know what to expect and what I need to do to try and keep Mr Wyatt in as long as I can, I just pray he is on board with me.