It's blurry though. An amazing difference. It seems I spend an indeterminate amount of time in the tub, dealing with contractions, chatting with the midwife and her assistant between them. I am still human between contractions, still drinking water, and eating lightly to keep up my energy. I am 7 centimeters.
Contractions begin getting more intense.
No chatting between them, because there is no between. Instead of groaning through contractions I begin screaming through them. Instead of grabbing and holding onto DH while he strokes me and splashes my back, I begin flailing through contractions. At some point the midwife begins to assist Craig in helping me. I needed to hear that very badly, since pain normally tells you something is wrong, when to a midwife it is saying labor is proceeding normally.