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The good news is that we're 8 days in, and Baby Girl is still in there. Not-so-good news is that I was up with contractions for what seemed like half the night. Talk about making you paranoid, especially because the baby was lower in my uterus than usual. I can't say how many contractions or how often, because I was honestly afraid to look. I just figured if I was going to give birth, I'd know soon enough. I drank a big glass of water, laid on my side, and prayed that if this was it I'd get it over quickly. And they went away.
Looking back at Ethan's birth, I had a few times where I initially thought I was in labor. I would have regular contractions for an hour or so, then they'd taper off and go away. But when the real labor contractions hit, they were so much stronger than the "practice" contractions. And now that I'm awake and rational, this seems like much the same thing, more like BH contractions than the Real Thing.
This morning, Baby Girl was back up high in my uterus and I could feel her moving around. I'm feeling much, much better emotionally than yesterday, but I'm SO tired. I'd kill for a decent night of sleep. On top of all the pregnancy-related drama, we've had a plumbing back-up, flooded basement, and a $800 bill for installing a clean-out in our main drain. We'll also have bills from 2 hospital visits, though I'm praying it'll be like when I had Ethan and between my and Shayne's insurance, we'll come out free and clear. It's been a rough couple weeks. I'll take my vacation now!!
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