I had a great weekend. I saw The Avengers – and it was absolutely hysterical. I’m serious – like, laugh out loud funny. I also was able to eat a giant popcorn without viewable judgement from anyone. Okay, I could only make it through half a giant popcorn. It was still awesome.
We *finally* got the nursery settled… mostly settled. I need curtains in there – and I can’t decide on the print. Today though – today is the day! I’m ordering something, from somewhere. I love sitting in there – it sort of feels magical. I promise, pictures are coming once I get the curtains done.
In other news, I visited the Labor & Delivery floor last night. I finally know what a contraction feels like – and looks like on a monitor. I was having what I thought was just round ligament pain, which turned into Braxton Hicks, which turned into me crying every time I moved. Or breathed. I felt like I had good control over the situation, only I didn’t. It got worse, and worse.
By the end of Sunday, K had had enough of my gasps and tears. I called the doctor’s office and she suggested we get over to L&D and get on a monitor. First, the nurses at L&D are amazing. I was scared, K was scared – and they were incredibly calm. I was having contractions, but I wasn’t effaced or dilated. Apparently, I need to rest. A lot more rest.
So today, after learning that I’m 70% effaced (whoa!), I decided to do exactly that. I’ve kept my feet up. I’ve taken three naps. I may even work from the couch tomorrow. I think the trip to Chicago wore me out more than I thought. My doctor today said her goal is to get me to 38 weeks.
38 weeks is two weeks away people. I went from 0% to 70% effaced in less than twelve hours. My body is getting ready to expel this fetus. And I cannot wait. I keep focusing on that every time I move and have to focus on something other than the pain… I’m getting a baby. Soon.