If you follow me on Twitter or read yesterday’s blog post, you know that the past few days involved a lot of UM, AM I IN LABOR?-type panic around our house. The good news is: not in labor. The bad news: after 2 days of time-able but never-closer-than-10-minutes-apart contractions, a doctor’s exam this morning confirmed that nothing is happening from those contractions. Cervix = closed. (HELLO TMI!)
But really, this is good news. I’m not quite 36 weeks pregnant. Too early for this baby to arrive! And as much as I would love to not be pregnant anymore because I am so very over the large belly that doesn’t fit any of shirts anymore and my sore hips and heartburn and oh how I would love to sleep on my side again (no amount of pillows makes it comfortable for me), Baby Girl’s health is more important. And as excited as I’m getting to see her face and introduce her to her big sister, she needs to cook just a little bit longer.
Things today are mostly quiet in my uterus- just a handful of Braxton Hicks this afternoon. Oh- and of course the bladder punches and baby-shaped lump on the right side of my belly (she is laying completely lop-sided, it’s almost comical). Her heartbeat was strong this morning at the doctor and she seems content to hang out in there for a little longer. And I’ll just have to keep waddling my way through life the next few weeks. While Dan laughs at me. (He’s mean.)
But! That doesn’t mean I won’t be packing a hospital bag this weekend. JUST IN CASE.