Thank you all; your encouragement is truly sustaining. We’re heading into twenty-four hours soon; as our doula said, “you didn’t draw the fast and easy labor card.” We’re still (back) at home, and we still haven’t slept much, though we’ve spent several hours of the day holed up in our dark bedroom, resting silently together between contractions. We’ve been eating (thanks for the reminders). I am honestly in awe of J, how she’s keeping her humor intact, how she’s staying upbeat. “Just not forty-eight hours,” she pleads. Contractions are still irregular, but they’re coming more quickly now: every four to six minutes. It’s getting more painful in her back. We’re trying to stay home until she’s at two to three minutes, at least a minute at a time, for two hours. J just said she feels like that episode of BSG when the fleet has to jump every thirty-three minutes to escape the Cylons. We are so tired.