7 minutes apart...

After a few days of basically no activity whatsoever, I've been thinking Little Man Price (aka Fisher, aka Buster) was going to hang out forever.

Well, maybe not. For the last two hours, I've been having contractions about seven minutes apart, and they've been lasting about a minute or so.

The good news is that even if this is a false alarm, it finally forced me to pack my hospital bag!