... because if so, I freaking HATE it.
(Background info: I had my first "real" contraction with ds a little after midnight anbd pushed him out at 5:44 a.m. So that's my idea of normal, LOL)
At exactly midnight last night, I had a "real" contraction that felt exactly like it had with ds. Wanting to rest a bit, I timed about three of those about 10 minutes apart and then drifted off until dh came upstairs at 2. I had just woken up from the discomfort of another contraction, so I decided we should stay up. He wanted me to call the mw but I wanted to wait.
So we started tackling my extensive "When Smithie Goes Into Labor" list. I folded laundry, stripped the bed, etc. He disinfected the tub, set up the card table for the mw, dragged out the birth kit, set up the video camera, etc. I had taken some black and blue cohosh when I went downstairs for the laundry and called the mw in the midst of folding. I told her I'd call her back in half an hour or so if I was sure.
I went and sat in my favorite chair (enormous recliner rocker) and after a couple more very well-defined contractions, I called the mw back and called my birth doula, N. I told dh that I refused to give birth until the house was clean, and went upstairs to take a shower and put in my contacts. I was very excited at this point.
N arrived while I was showering, she helped me unload all my maternity clothes from the closet and started hanging up my postpartum stuff. The mw arrived and checked me - AND THERE WAS NO CHANGE FROM MY EXAM ON WEDNESDAY. Still 3 cm and mostly effaced.
We decided to sit downstairs for an hour so dh, who hadn’t slept at all, could get some rest and I could try out my most effective position so far, sitting cross-legged in my big chair. We spent the hour chatting, timing contractions, dealing with the wild excitement of the dogs, and trying to help the Very Lost Assistant Midwife over the phone. She eventually got here and I had the mw check me again. No change. They all left, after cheerfully assuring me that this could go on for days.
So I waddled up to bed and slept from about 5 a.m. to 8:30 a.m., waking up periodically with uncomfortable contractions. Now I’m up for the day, and so is James. I thought I’d wake up feeling normal and just have to wait another week or whatever, but I’m still putzing along with contractions. Some of them are no big deal, but some of them are quite ouchy. Sarah has been kicking and clawing and her head has moved down. She wants out.
My baby shower is today at 2 p.m. Something tells me I’ll be dragging a preggo outfit out of the bag and attending it. This sucks. This sucks. This sucks.
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(Background info: I had my first "real" contraction with ds a little after midnight anbd pushed him out at 5:44 a.m. So that's my idea of normal, LOL)
At exactly midnight last night, I had a "real" contraction that felt exactly like it had with ds. Wanting to rest a bit, I timed about three of those about 10 minutes apart and then drifted off until dh came upstairs at 2. I had just woken up from the discomfort of another contraction, so I decided we should stay up. He wanted me to call the mw but I wanted to wait.
So we started tackling my extensive "When Smithie Goes Into Labor" list. I folded laundry, stripped the bed, etc. He disinfected the tub, set up the card table for the mw, dragged out the birth kit, set up the video camera, etc. I had taken some black and blue cohosh when I went downstairs for the laundry and called the mw in the midst of folding. I told her I'd call her back in half an hour or so if I was sure.
I went and sat in my favorite chair (enormous recliner rocker) and after a couple more very well-defined contractions, I called the mw back and called my birth doula, N. I told dh that I refused to give birth until the house was clean, and went upstairs to take a shower and put in my contacts. I was very excited at this point.
N arrived while I was showering, she helped me unload all my maternity clothes from the closet and started hanging up my postpartum stuff. The mw arrived and checked me - AND THERE WAS NO CHANGE FROM MY EXAM ON WEDNESDAY. Still 3 cm and mostly effaced.
We decided to sit downstairs for an hour so dh, who hadn’t slept at all, could get some rest and I could try out my most effective position so far, sitting cross-legged in my big chair. We spent the hour chatting, timing contractions, dealing with the wild excitement of the dogs, and trying to help the Very Lost Assistant Midwife over the phone. She eventually got here and I had the mw check me again. No change. They all left, after cheerfully assuring me that this could go on for days.
So I waddled up to bed and slept from about 5 a.m. to 8:30 a.m., waking up periodically with uncomfortable contractions. Now I’m up for the day, and so is James. I thought I’d wake up feeling normal and just have to wait another week or whatever, but I’m still putzing along with contractions. Some of them are no big deal, but some of them are quite ouchy. Sarah has been kicking and clawing and her head has moved down. She wants out.
My baby shower is today at 2 p.m. Something tells me I’ll be dragging a preggo outfit out of the bag and attending it. This sucks. This sucks. This sucks.
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in the meantime. 
me please? 
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