I was so hungry last night, because I decided that if I go into labour it would be unsafe to have food in my stomach prior to the C/s, so I held off on dinner. I continued to contract throughout the night, and MrH who slept with his hand on my belly (my very own tocometer!) was quite amazed that I did not tip into labour. By 4 am, I was so hungry that I could eat a sheep, horns and all. I hadn't slept at all. I decided that I am going to eat, as I felt things were easing off, and afterwards slept and woke up still pregnant with not much happening today. If it starts again, I am pretty sure it will be more intense.
I had the preanesthetic appointment today, and laughed my ass off that they only give you two lines to write your prior surgical history. I had six surgeries so far, and only one was non-obstetrical/non-gyne. By the time I am done having kids, if I do have two, I will have had eight. And I will need to fix the surgical hernia that I got from my laparoscopy, so likely nine. Yes, they really need to revise that form to give more space to weirdos like me.