Holding pattern.

I woke up this morning, and everything seemed to be progressing nicely. I had five contractions in a row that were uncomfortable and regular, fifteen minutes apart.

Then they stopped.

For the entire afternoon, I didn't even have the cramping feelings from Friday and Saturday. I felt totally normal. I felt like I could go on being pregnant for weeks. (Seriously. I went out for a brisk twelve-block walk, without difficulty.)

Some minor cramping again this evening, but I don't trust it. More than 48 hours after the bloody show, I have to concede that it doesn't seem to have been the harbinger of anything at all.

So we can all stop holding our breath.