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You know, some mornings I just want to cry. Late pregnancy sucks. I have seven days to go before the baby is born, and for the last three days, I have spent the morning curled up in a ball of misery while suffering through 2-3 hours of false labor contractions. This is the third day, and once again, I am just sitting here trying desperately to ignore deep cramps and refusing to wake my husband for what I KNOW is nothing, while praying that it might actually be something, just so I can get this over with.

These long stretches of discomfort for no payoff, just fading down into nothingness again are really wearing me down. I thought "Hey, I can handle pregnancy. I can handle labor." But this is just my body being cruel for no apparent gain. I hate it.

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( Hospital Trip, No Baby, Faint Squick )