Natalia Antonova in The F-Word July 7, 2011 9 Words False labour Is like a constant series of goddamn teaser trailers. Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Sorry love, I pressed the wrong button and seem to have ‘liked’ this post – nothing to like about false labour, it sounds rotten! Are you near enough to your due date not to be worried by false labour? Sounds like Alexander the Great is rehearsing for his grand entrance :D.
Thank you! Буду держаться! And, I have been appraised indeed. Russian doctors also recommend champagne in small doses. And, my due date is actually today. But because I ovulated late in the cycle it could be a little off. So no freakage. Just tired. 🙂
“In a world where babies take their own sweet time being born….” Sorry, couldn’t resist. I hope you have real labour soon. *fingers crossed*
I am so happy that you are happy, despite the scattered wreckage. I would love to have a baby one day and am stupidly happy for your happiness.
ha! babies have, er, fun and capricious senses of humor. I false-labored a buncha times with both beasts. babies can’t read calendars. they don’t give a shit what your doctor says about due dates. hang in there.
держись!
You do know what’s said to bring on labour, don’t you?
Sorry love, I pressed the wrong button and seem to have ‘liked’ this post – nothing to like about false labour, it sounds rotten!
Are you near enough to your due date not to be worried by false labour? Sounds like Alexander the Great is rehearsing for his grand entrance :D.
Thank you! Буду держаться!
And, I have been appraised indeed. Russian doctors also recommend champagne in small doses.
And, my due date is actually today. But because I ovulated late in the cycle it could be a little off. So no freakage. Just tired. 🙂
“In a world where babies take their own sweet time being born….” Sorry, couldn’t resist. I hope you have real labour soon. *fingers crossed*
I am so happy that you are happy, despite the scattered wreckage. I would love to have a baby one day and am stupidly happy for your happiness.
ha! babies have, er, fun and capricious senses of humor. I false-labored a buncha times with both beasts.
babies can’t read calendars. they don’t give a shit what your doctor says about due dates. hang in there.