I spent about two hours in and out of the bath and timing stomach pains wondering if I was going into labor. This was not how I wanted to start labor. Still the pains were regular and about 5 minutes apart. Finally around 4:15 I woke Jon up and told him he better start packing for the hospital. (I hadn't quite gotten around to that yet.)
He jumped up and started gathering things. A few minutes (and one more trip to the bathroom) later the pains subsided and I felt sleepy. My sweet husband was wonderful about me waking him up to my false alarm and just went cheerfully to work. I love this man.
Just a false alarm and I am feeling fine today. But I found it ironic that this came right after I said I was feeling really good. :)