Moot Thoughts & Musings

A little excitement over here in babywatch last night.

I've been really tired this weekend. It's been lovely and warm (though I'm pleased to note that my feet are no longer swollen now that I've taken a break from basking in the sun). I rested a lot this weekend. But yesterday woke up feeling yuck. You know that weird yuck at late pregnancy that can't really be defined other than yuck? I did morning nursery at church, came home and had a quick dinner, and rested awhile. All the while feeling yuck and experiencing random contractions.

I was IMing my friend and noticed the time and it occurred to me that even though they were short and light (maybe 15 secs long), there a lot of contractions. Then I started timing them and they were like 3-5 mins apart, pretty regular, though fairly light, but definitive. So I called the midwife. Since I'm somewhere between the end of 34wk/beginning 35wk, I had to go to the hospital instead of the birth center.

When I was all hooked up I could definitely see the regular pattern of contractions (that was the only good thing about being hooked up to a monitor--I think it's cool to see the little wave read-out). I was fairly well hydrated anyway when I went in, b/c I had been drinking water all day hoping to help with the yuck. But after they realized that here we were the third or fourth hour into regular contractions every 3-5 mins, they hooked me up to an IV to see if more aggressive hydration would help. Four hours later, nothing. So I had to get three intermittent doses of anti-contraction medicine. Total yuck!!!! Made me feel jittery and my heart pound. Well, it did the trick. We got home around 2 am. And I really, really hope I can hang on for another week and a half, because I really, really, really don't want to go back to the hospital. Monitors and IV's are not for me.

It's a good thing I came in when I did, because if I had gone on for awhile I really might have started going into labor, but because we caught it early, my waters are still intact and my cervix hadn't begun to dilate.

So anyway. That's my drama. Chris was worried that this baby wouldn't have an exciting birth story like Ellis, but he's not doing so shabby at this point. I could do with less exciting myself...