So naturally I've been walking six miles a day. The only thing that has accomplished is giving me the dumbest looking tan line. So yesterday, I took a break. I decided I was only going to get things done and run errands.
I finally changed my name and am now officially, and legally, a Loveland. I got a changing pad and cover (so cute), found those zigzag clip things that are on the back of picture frames to put on the backs of the name blocks, and I cleaned. A lot. Last week I spent 5 hours in our kitchen rearranging things and ended up throwing away a million boxes along with 4 sacks of garbage. Yesterday I took on Ross' study room, the bedroom, bathrooms, and laundry. I am now obsessed with laundry. If even just ONE piece of clothing is dirty, I have to refrain from immediately tossing it in the washer until I can fill it. I finally decided I didn't want this little girl to come until after Saturday. Ross and I can finish getting her room ready, and pack our bags. (Right now I have a list made and a pile in her room of the things I know I won't use until then. And it's a MESS.) Also, Ross will be participating in a Quidditch game on Saturday and I really want to watch and take pictures!
By the end of the day, I was pooped. After spending some quality time with Ross, I decided to take a bath. Just before I started running the water, there was a trickle down my leg. And it was hot. It wasn't very much, but it was enough to make me wonder. So I threw on some thin shorts and decided to hold off on the bath until I knew what was going on for sure. The last couple days I've been having a lot more Braxton Hicks contractions. For a couple hours after the mysterious trickle, there were a lot more. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but how is that different from the last MONTH!?
I'll go ahead and skip the TMI stuff, but a little after 11 last night, Ross talked me into calling to find out if we should go in. Lo and behold, a little before 12 we were on our way. The amniotic fluid test was negative. I was having little contractions on the monitor, but they kept me on there for almost 2 hours to keep being monitored. After the nurse left, the big ones came. Ohhhhh boy. We are def getting the epidural when it's real! It was kind of fun watching the monitor, and a relief to see it start to go down so I could tell when it was almost over. A couple times though, it would start to go down, stay there for a little bit, and then shoot back up for a really really long time. I'm sure Ross enjoyed listening me talk to the monitor, telling it to GO BACK DOWN, NOW!!! The nurse came back after a couple hours and did the amniotic fluid test again. Still negative. Cool. Baby girl is hanging out so low, and bladders are so fun and squishy. Nurse said contractions were getting a lot stronger and she could tell I was hurting, but I was STILL sitting at a 1 and "really soft". So we got sent home, but were told that if the contractions keep getting stronger to come back in. (Yeah right. They won't.)
Poor Ross didn't get to bed till almost 3:30, and had to get up at 7, while I went and did the paper route. I fell asleep on the couch when I got home, and didn't even wake up when Ross was getting his things ready to go. I did not make his lunch, and we did not get our cinnamon roll Friday this morning. I'm thinking we're going to have to have those for dinner.
I am confident that I will be pregnant forever.
You aren't even due for another month!! I've sat at 2 cm for more than 3 weeks before. So, don't get your hopes TOO high. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, and when the real contractions hit there is no "watching the monitor" it isn't even possible. LOL
But, I'm with ya on the whole being pregnant for forever thing. I still have like 13 weeks to go (hopefully a little less!) and I'm getting fed up with the whole thing. But, the holidays will keep me busy, so hopefully time will pass quickly. :)