Oh, To Sleep

I woke up at about 2 a.m. And 3 a.m. And 4 a.m. And so on.

It was the darn contractions. Who ever heard of Braxton Hicks being hard enough to keep waking you all night long.

During my contracting, I kept thinking a couple of things.

1. I cannot evacuate. If I evacuate soon enough to avoid a long car ride (and therefore avoid the preterm birth that I am convinced is practically inevitable if I get in a car for more than an hour, based on hard, minute-long, 3 minute apart contractions that I get from driving into Baton Rouge from Gonzales), I might very well evacuate to a place where the hurricane will hit. The cone of error is still to big.

2. We don't have boards for our windows. Crap.

Etcetera.