Tom is a mean, mean man. Yesterday afternoon, we went grocery shopping, just to stock up in case LTN4 decides to make an earlier-than-anticipated arrival. After walking through WalMart (cheaper groceries by about 25%!), we headed home. When I got out of the car, I had a really intense contraction right there in the garage. Instead of coming over to check on me, give me moral support, and rub my back, Tom tried to make me laugh. He said that I had been looking a bit bloated, and he wasn’t surprised that I was having gas cramps. He kept making jokes, and making me laugh, which would have been fine, except that every time I laughed harder, the contraction hurt more and the baby’s head pushed down more. It was so uncomfortable that, in the midst of my laughter, I was also crying from the pain.

In any case, the contraction ended, and I am still pregnant, much to my poor mother’s delight. We see the doctor on Wednesday, so I am sure I’ll have more to report then.