Dear Universe,

I take it back, okay? I am not tired of being pregnant. Nope, not me. In fact, I hope I stay pregnant for at least another month, that would be great. I am sorry I ever said anything!

Sincerely yours,
Me

(Short version: Preterm labor alarm this afternoon/evening from two to eight thirty, with full-on hospitalization and monitoring. Everything is fine now, but it was scary as shit. Thank God for K, the Squid's friend's mom who picked him up from preschool and kept him for the world's longest playdate - all my backup is out of town, and I don't know what I would have done without her.)