Our three-headed dragon wants to spit fire and got the hiccups! what slight foretaste of what's to come over the next eighteen years! but lets look at the details in order:

the uterus' mouth we caught secretly sneeking in its shortening turned into a massive cervix insufficience yesterday! and everyone knows, after "short" comes "open". and contractions - although not even recognized and identified as such by bruna - were there, too. so, into the race van and to the hospital. examinations, swaying heads, serious faces... devices, syringes, pain... inspection, incubators, happy mommies... my fassade of cool joker annihilated, the underlying scared daddy peeking out at every corner, a doctor pets my back, comforting. walking hera, sandwich, home. the (first) real jumpy night. then, this morning, bruna texts me: "contractions gone, babies will be measured soon" phew, we made it.

we extiguished the fiery hiccups of our sweet three-headed dragon! hopefully this does not turn chronical! and 8 more weeks to the alamo!