My Sunday

I had the worstday and night Saturday, I was contracting like every 5 to 10 minuets, crying, so so scared the baby would come early....I drank like a gallon of water, YUCK!!! and Mike was freaking out the whole time, Dr. said to wait to see if rest and water would help, and slowly they slowed down, and we had a rather quiet evening, (for us) .........

Then 3 am I wake up, because the contractions come back even harder, but still not regular, so of course I'm upset again, but waking up Mike is like getting the dead up......so I suffer through, finally around 6am they slowed enough for me to go to sleep......but the alarm goes off, so rude!

Time to get ready for Church, Mike said we weren't going and at first I was like fine with me I haven't gone since Dec. anyway, but then around 7:30 I just felt like if we were to just go all of us, then everything would be fine and Heavenly Father would bless us, for going even though it would be hard........so I got up took a shower and we all went to Church.

It was so amazing the Spirit was so strong, and comforting, I didn't have and pain at all while I was there, and the baby was calm the whole time.....the other kids we're very good also. I didn't really have a point to make here, just that it was the best Sunday in a very long time, like going home after being gone for a long time.