I wanted to crawl out of my skin yesterday. I couldn't get comfortable in any position, I swear I tried everything except for doing a handstand. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. Oh wait, I already said that. The only time I felt okay was the hour we spent at the pool and the few minutes Chad's spent rubbing my back and legs while I was splayed over my body pillow. I wish I could describe the discomfort, and how it was driving me up the wall, but I can't even come up with an analogy.
I was able to get myself to sleep in a relatively short amount of time at about 11:45pm by praying repeatedly for a childhood friend who is currently very, very sick in the hospital. I fell asleep and had bad dreams about his family and how they must be feeling. I woke an hour later with my belly hard as a rock. Not atypical as it usually is when I wake up for one of my half dozen trips to the bathroom.
The problem was that as I laid back down and tried praying some more I started noticing a pattern of somewhat painful contractions, followed by actually feeling comfortable. After about a half hour of being annoyed and freaked out, I got into the shower to see if the warm water would make it stop. before I got in I downloaded a contraction timer app on my phone though, and found the contractions were 30-45 seconds long and coming every two minutes. Queue major freakout. While in the shower my thoughts ran the gamut from, "You shouldn't be feeling sorry for yourself when their are people suffering so greatly" to "Oh my gosh, I can't have this baby yet, how will I manage with a baby in the NICU?" to "What if he comes and doesn't make it?" I would cry during the contractions, then be clear headed during the break. I was trying to decide if I should wake up Chad, but knew he had a only happens once a year training to attend today and didn't want him to be exhausted.
I ended up finally crawling back into bed, and finally after two hours of being up fell back into a restless sleep for an hour. Queue more tossing and turning and praying. Chad got to sleep in until 6am and when he got out of the shower I told him what had been going on. Contractions were spaced much further apart. Dane got up shortly thereafter, and right after Chad left Q woke up. As I started moving around and inevitable chasing Q when she got into something she wasn't supposed to they started coming closer together again. I finally called L&D and the nurse said to come in. My MIL had an appointment in the morning, so I called my mom back (I had called her around 6:30 to see if she happened to have the day off) and told her I needed her. She was so nice to leave work to come help me, she never ever calls in sick but as she told me Chad needed to be at his training but there were people other than her who could make eye appointments for patients.
I started feeling better at that point, and by the time my mom made it over was hardly feeling anything. I felt so dumb going in, but needed the reassurance that the contractions were not dilating me at all. Oh, I should remind you, I am only 31 1/2 weeks along. The nurses were so nice when we checked in, They scolded me for not coming during the night, but were happy that things had slowed to nothing. After about an hour of monitoring they did pick up the small contractions I had right before they unhooked me, and said to come back if I felt anything stronger or more painful. I had mentioned to the nurse and midwife that I had felt like baby had completely flipped and his head was up my my right ribs. Sure enough, she agreed that was his head and said she could feel what felt like feet when she did my internal exam. It was my first ever pre-labor cervical check, which, much to my surprise, didn't hurt at all.
So after all that here I am, exhausted, red-eyed, and feeling feet dancing (stabbing) on my cervix and bladder, about to go nap (please oh please dear four year old, stay in your room).
For some comic relief, this also happened this morning: