Well, here we go again

I'll preface this by saying all is well. As I am typing, I realize I didn't put this disclaimer first and I don't want you to panic!

I was feeling really good this past week. Maybe too good. In fact, I almost got on this blog and posted about how I really think I might make it full term this time and how I would laugh at myself if that happened. It's been such a long road of worry and anxiety, waiting for the other shoe to drop I guess. Once I hit 31 weeks, I was just so relieved to get past the point where Gavin was born. I started to breathe easier and actually plan ahead and think about getting things ready, wondering if I should pack a bag, etc. So maybe I was feeling too good, because then yesterday came, and I didn't feel too great. I didn't sleep well on Wednesday night and when I woke, I still wasn't quite right. I had a program to do over lunch so I went to work and just moved slow. I came home early and took a nap and when I woke up and still didn't feel great, my heart sank a bit. Honeymoon was over. My stomach was tight all day and every time I had to bend over, a sharp pain would shoot through my belly and it just didn't feel relaxed and comfortable. It was hard to walk and even laying down didn't relax things. I called Jon at work and asked if he would come home and take me to the WEU (Women's Evaluation Unit) at the hospital, just to get checked out. Lucky for me Ella offered to stay later and Brenda and Larry were available to come and stay with Gavin when we left (and they brought dinner!). I scarfed a quick bowl of soup that Brenda made (I'm not one of those people who doesn't eat when things are stressful, etc.), as I knew food would not be offered and I am much less crabby when I am not starving. Jon and I headed to the hospital to get checked out. Basically all is well, cervix is closed, urine and blood cultures normal, baby was a healthy and happy 34 week old moving and shaking, and they only counted 3 contractions in the 2 hours we were there. A quick dose of Procardia to calm those uterine muscles down and I was sent home on "modified bed rest" for the weekend. Diagnosis - probably overdid it this week and need to take it easy. So I am typing this from my bedroom command post. This is the ONE time that I wish we had a TV in our bedroom (No Jon, that doesn't mean I am changing my mind), so I could just veg out. Instead I am going to address Easter cards and write this post, maybe read a little People magazine. It's not something I do well, bed rest, but I will do it. The nurse/midwife who took care of me, Maureen, was so great and kind and nice and she gave me this quick shot of hope or whatever you want to call it. If I come back in labor at 36 weeks - THEY WON'T TRY TO STOP IT!! I am only 2 weeks away from 36 weeks. So if I can just lay low, take it easy and relax for 2 more weeks, the baby can come if it wants to! Hip Hip Hooray! 2 weeks - that's it! Not that I am wishing for him/her to come in two weeks, just that I can stress less about it after that 2 week mark. Here's the downside - Jon leaves in one week for another week of training in Dallas. Which doesn't give me a lot of opportunity to lay low and relax with a 3 year old, but I am going to try.

I have some new pictures to post, but don't have the ability from my bedroom command post, so stay tuned and I'll have them up soon!