I thought I was so close.
So close as in real contractions, coming regularly, making me uncomfortable.
Um, apparently not.
They started Sunday night and weren't horrible, but bothersome enough that I couldn't sleep. I moved around the house trying to get comfortable, which was pointless, and finally decided after a few hours that I would try and lay down and get some rest in case in was the. real. thing.
Which of course it wasn't because then they stopped.
The next morning, I woke up feeling nauseated but got crackin' on the day as I was going to visit Lindsay. While I was there, I had several contractions and started sweating, feeling more nauseous and nasty and I began to think "surely this MUST be it!" When I got home all I wanted to do was lay down since I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, but I didn't want the contractions to stop again so I called a friend and hiked around the mall for two hours. With a cracked pelvis. Insert expletive here.
But it seemed to work because the contractions were coming regularly and were hard enough that I had to catch my breath to keep going. But once again, as I drove home, they started to subside. Insert monster expletive here.
This morning I woke up feeling horrid, promptly threw up, and have been laying around ever since. The only reason I'm on the computer is because I'm so bored and tired of laying on the couch that I thought I might set something on fire just for entertainment.
At this point, I feel like my body belongs in the Smithsonian under the heading "World's Most Stubborn Physique" because I feel like I will NEVER birth this child. I am beyond well wishes and kind words. I am one contraction away from a full blown panic attack as I feel positively claustrophobic in this body that just won't cooperate. It's not pretty here, to say the least.
If anyone has a good book or DVD to loan me, please do. Apparently I can only watch HGTV for so long before I want to throw Vern Yip through a window, which says a lot as I generally adore him.
Until Thursday, my dear readers, when I have yet another doctor's appointment which will reveal absolutely nothing. I'd like to say I'll have a plan by then but I'm thinking the only plan I'll have will involve a criminal act involving me and the good doctor. Keep him in your prayers.
15 comments:
Oh heavens! Does Dr. T have access to your blog? I think you should email this post to him... I'm sure he doesn't want to be held responsible for what the Tri-City newspaper will headline as "Prego mom ready to burst sets fire to television set because her wack-job O.B. wouldn't induce".
Wish I could make it easier for you.
How 'bout a rousing game of "Life" with your boy?...
Call a friend to come give you a pedicure and manicure...
Have Brad massage your feet...
Sienna and Hannah could whip up a batch of homemade oreos to make you smile...
Wish I was there...
Love you, you're soooo close!!!!
Kelly, your comment is hilarious because we just finished playing Life with the girls and now Brad is helping them make cookies. You know us so well!!!
You are going to have that baby within the next 24 hours! I just know it!
Think this way....enjoy not have milk dripping from your "fluffs"!! That is the next physical pleasure will will ensume!
Have Hannah call me and tell me the babies name! Can't wait!
as much as i feel for you--sorry. this made me laugh so hard. perhaps raspberry tea or black cohosh, one of those did the trick for me.
Ok this was so funny to read, I'm SO SORRY!
Hope the next time I see you it's in the hospital- but not the mental one Dr. T is going to send you straight to on Thurs if he doesn't give you Pitosin on the spot.
I have nothing nice to say either. I am just thinking it is not fair...
Yeah that just sucks.
Oh Karen, you amaze me. I feel for you. Hopefully the next time I see you I will get to meet your beautiful new little baby. Hang in there girlfriend!!!
Ok, not to be the only weird one but here is my advice, do the dead. This sent me straight into labor with Jack. I was having false labor for days and well we did "it" and it worked. I know nine months pregnant this really the last thing on your mind but you must do what you must do. Baby Boy J will be here soon.
I'll keep you in my prayers too.
I think you'll go into labor BEFORE Thursday!
You heard it here first people!
Hi PRP, I found you through Jan and just wanted to send you some good vibes.
And don't worry, I'm sure this won't be the first time your doctor has had to fear for his life from a 40 weeker!
I hope that Dr. T sends you straight to the Hospital on Thursday. We are thinking of you. Thanks for keeping us all updated!
Thanks for making me laugh today.
Oh, and I'm laughing with you not at you. You're laughing, right???
I want to laugh because of your honesty and great sense of humor, but this is serious I know. I want to cry because of your pain and discomfort.
I'll just say you are loved and I'm wishing you well. I saw you the last time you did this and the end result will be a beautiful sight. Good Luck!
I am almost hurting again I did the same thing for a couple of days, contractions are bad enough when they're for real but just for fun, that's to much.
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