No one likes a numb butt...at least I assume

Well yesterday was a crazy day. I've been experiencing these lovely things called Braxton Hicks contractions for a few weeks now and late Monday night they blossomed into full fledged let's-get-this-party-started contractions. All night they were basically saying "Braxton, who?" but I was too tired and delirious to notice. Nice, right?

By the time I managed to get ready in the morning, I was having hot flashes and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. Needless to say I felt just a little bit off. Just a little. So I finally called my doctor's office and his nurse told me I needed to get to the delivery center of the hospital as soon as possible. Oh. I was just hoping to come in and have a friendly chat with my OB. But the hospital seems way more fun.

So after a few frantic phone calls to friends (whatever, I was totally calm) we found a couple of people to watch Parker for the day so we could go find out what. the. heck. was going on.

Super long and boring story short, they slowed and eventually stopped the party with a combination of rest, fluids and some magic pill. Now, using the phrase "magic pill" sounds pretty irresponsible. But after sleeping only an hour or two at a time for several weeks, your brain starts to turn to mush. Plus, Hunter was there to think for me so he knew what it was and all that biz.

The on call doctor also told me that I am on modified bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. This is what my brain did (simultaneously and immediately): ah, rest...wait, I have a two year old...this isn't going to work...it's going to have to work because mamma needs some rest and this baby has to bake...I still don't see how this is going to work. I can only imagine the vacant look on my face while my brain worked through this problem.

And this is where is gets really personal. So if you get uncomfortable with details of this nature, I'll see you next post. Otherwise....

So part of this deal of making sure I didn't have the baby yet were internal checks by my nurse. She had to do this twice. Then, when we were getting discharged, my nurse went over my instructions again. When she got to the part about pelvic rest (basically no hanky panky) she looked at Hunter and said "sorry". So that was pretty funny. Then Hunter responded with, "Why does everyone around here get more action with my wife than me?" Nicely done, sir. Nicely done.

So now I'm sitting as much as possible which is keeping the contractions away but it really make your butt numb. And on that note, I'll bid you adieu.

I call this one "Birth Control"

Randomly and foremost, did you know that you can be hungry and uncomfortably full at the same time? It's a phenomenon called "I have a ginormously huge baby in my belly" or "Massivitis" for short. Just thought I'd share that fun 'lil tidbit.

And now to attempt a more chronological thought process....

This past week and weekend was great. My husband was home for the weekend for the first time in about two months so we got to spend some much needed time together...along with our child...and unborn child...and his mother. But the point is, we still got to be in the same room together and have conversations...that were public and shared.

And apparently Parker can now eat at restaurants as long as they are short trips, they have applesauce or chips or fries and we hide the iPad (or pie pad as Parker calls it) in the diaper bag for an emergency back up. But I'll take it. So come the end of May, we only have to wait two more years to see the inside of a restaurant again. But I'm secretly hoping I will go into labor like tomorrow, my doctor will magically be on call, and my baby boy will be fully developed and ready to go. So we'll see if insanely specific and unrealistic dreams do come true.

We also got to go to church for the first time in about forever this weekend. It felt great to be back despite the fact that I am pretty sure Parker cried for daddy the entire time in the nursery and I kept having to sit when everyone else was standing because apparently it wasn't my turn to breathe. But it was still totally awesome to be there again.

With the nicer weather finally getting here, I've been able to wear shorts again which feels fantastic. One of the first days I experienced this freedom, I was sitting on the couch staring in disturbed fascination at my abdomen when I told Hunter I had two questions.

"Can my belly get any bigger and could my legs be any whiter?" He pointed to my belly and said 'yes' (I disagree strongly) and then to my legs and said 'no' (I am in complete agreement on that one).

Abruptly, it's time to go because my contractions are getting a wee bit out of control and it's sucking the last coherent parts of my brain away. Doesn't that sound delightful? Now who's ready to go get pregnant?

A Wee Bit 'O Time Has Passed

So I haven't posted in a while because I was trying not to be a Negative Nancy. Not that any pregnancy is a walk in the park of beauty and comfort but this one has been a wee bit rough and tough. I won't go into the boring, drag me down details...just know that this feels so drug out that I'm starting to feel like a baby myself.

Which brings me to my dream from last night....well one of them. When you wake up every two hours on the dot to pee you tend to have a lot of dreams. So in this one dream, I apparently only had three weeks left of this pregnancy and I was being so over dramatic about wondering how I could make it that much longer. I felt like I was going to explode first, can the baby even have more room in there because there is no way my belly can get any bigger, I might just stop breathing...totally normal concerns. Then I woke up. You know how you feel when you wake up mid-week and think it's a Friday and then realize it's totally not? This was way worse than that. Six weeks is the reality. Six, my friends. For the math geniuses out there, that would be double the time in my dream. Big. Time. Bummer.

Seriously though, if I don't have this baby soon, I might actually explode.