So I almost thought I had gone into labor today. Ok, so that’s a very ungrammitcal sentence but basically what I mean is that I had a bunch of very intense false contractions all day that made me all anxious, thinking “this is it”. I went for a check-up on Wednesday and according to the doctor, I’m “one centimeter dilated” and the baby’s “head is done there real good”. I really like my doctor but sometimes I have a hard time interpreting what he says. He indicated that he didn’t think I would last until the due date because the “head is done there real good”. He proceeded to give me some vague instructions about how I should give them a call if my false contractions (which have been pretty consistent since last weekend) “stopped me in my tracks” or if my water broke (well, yeah, obviously). So, of course, I went home extremely excited, anticipating the possibility of having my baby earlier than orginally expected. Unfortunately, I think this has made me highly sensitive to all the new things happening to my body since reaching “full term” (ok, I swear, that’s the last time I’ll use bunny ears in this post).
The contractions I get have gotten much more intense but I don’t have any real pain, it’s just unbelievably uncomfortable. It really did get difficult to walk today, though. It almost felt like I had a bowling ball in my stomach. It got bad enough that I ended up calling my mom who told me to call the doctor but they really don’t want anything to do with you until you’re in active labor so the nurse just told me to call back when the contractions came regularly for four hours. So, my mom came down to the library to hang out with me which eased my anxiety a bit . At least I had someone to take me to the hospital if things got worse. We’re short staffed at work right now so I really didn’t want to have to ask any of my co-workers to have to leave their desk. Not only that, but it’s just nice to have a mom around during times like these. So, we timed them and they weren’t very regular. Sometimes they would be eight minutes apart, others fifteen, sometime even more than thirty.
By the time I got home and sat down on the couch, things started to relax quite a bit. I’m still get quite a bit of tightening when I stand up and walk around, but apparently this is a very common trait for false contractions. If it were real contractions, it wouldn’t matter whether I was standing or laying down, they would always be of the same intensity. Not to mention, I would probably be in a lot more pain. But this whole thing is tricky. Since it’s my first pregnancy, I really don’t know what I’m looking for. I think I have just as much potential to under-react as I do to over-react. At any rate, as nervous and anxious as I am, it’s exciting to think that in a matter of weeks, Mike and I are going to be parents of a bouncing baby boy. And let me just say, if his movements in my stomach are any indication of what he’ll be like as a child, he will be bouncing…
Incidently, it would be sort of cool if he was born on Monday. That happens to be Mike’s mom’s and sister’s birthday.
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