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Det blev jag och Babyboost.

Fingrarna har smattrat på tangenterna och jag har tagit mig igenom förlossningskapitlet. Jag är helt slut nu. Toksvettig och en gnutta sentimental. Det känns som om jag hade upplevt allt igen. Jag ser fram emot tills ni får läsa boken. Som ni kommer att skratta, både med mig men lite åt mig också tror jag. Nu är min hjärna som chokladpudding och ena linsen har poppat ut av sig själv. För mycket stirrande på en skärm. Vilket betyder dags att sova. Go natt på er!

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I decided on writing in Babyboost.

The fingers have been hitting the keys and I worked my way through the chapter on delivery. I'm completely exhausted. Sweaty and a bit sentimental. It feels like I lived through it again. I can't wait for you to read the book. You will laugh a lot, with me but maybe at me as well. My brain feels like chocolate pudding and one of my contacts jumped out of my eye on its own. Been starting at the screen for too long. So it's time to go to sleep. Good night everyone!

The very moment we pulled into the parking lot I felt a grinding pain in my groin, kind of like period cramps. Damn terrible period cramps, but still. Not much worse than that. Then - nothing. Nothing at all. I didn't say anything to Odd. He was so hyped up when we ran into the maternity ward, screaming that we were about to give birth. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I lied. I claimed that I had terrible contractions. Partly because I was worried that something could've happened to the baby, partly because I felt embarrassed. I had caused so much stress over nothing. You should know that Odd thinks that I'm the world's most sensitive person who can't endure pain whatsoever. If I'd told him what it really felt like he would have thought that I'd made it all up just because I felt a twinge of pain. But I hadn't. I really thought they were contractions, they just stopped suddenly. After a lot of convincing we got a room and a glass of apple juice each while we waited for the OB/GYN to come examine me. When she finally came in and strapped the tape around my belly to measure the contractions she looked concerned. "I'm sorry, but I can't see any contractions on the CTG". I thought that I would die of shame.

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