This morning I spent an hour at the OB's office. What was I doing there, you ask? Well, it's like this: I spent all last night having cramps and uncomfortable lower back pain. I didn't sleep well because I couldn't get settled. I became concerned that this may be the Start of Something, and wondered if it was a good idea to let it go all weekend. Being a woman with two previous c-sections under her belt (ha! that's funny!), I decided to get it checked out, as full-blown labor is not good for a damaged uterus.
So I was hooked up to a fetal monitor, and a contraction measure-er (real scientific term!), and there I sat for roughly twenty-five minutes. The verdict? Nothing--in fact less than nothing--is happening in there. The cramps? Annoying, but not productive. Cervix? Locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Kind of like the last time I went into labor, actually. Remind me to tell you about it sometime, it was a really fun 28 hours.
Let's just say that I am now, officially, affronted. Superbaby is about to get his walking papers. I'm tired of the not sleeping, the restless legs, the heartburn, the tiny feet in my ribs, the having to pee every 15 minutes--but most especially of being Super Bitch Wife and Mommy. I'm ready to throw myself at the feet of the nearest obstetrician and beg for an end to this madness.
38 weeks tomorrow!
You don't look or act like super bitch as far as I can see. I think you are showing much grace under the circumstances. Hang in love, it will be time soon enough. I love you, Mom aka excited Nana
Posted by: Nana | February 23, 2008 at 11:11 AM