We had a hospital visit that ended up resulting in a false alarm, I havent been able to keep my dinner down for the last few nights (doc says it's because I have no room to eat...yea), and contractions are happening all over the place...
First. The hospital visit. Evidently when your prego you leak. Enough to think you pee on yourself. Enough to call the dr and ask them if they think it's a possible water breakage...they of course send you to the hospital...where you go threw these awesomingly uncomfortable tests to realize false alarm. Yea!!! (Please note sarcasm) and you're welcome for that fun tidbit.
Then. Your awesome husband has done an axing job at cooking, or grabbing food, etc...and not just Mac n cheese, were talking homemade brisket, potato salad, etc...good home style southern cooking (my fav). Nothing is worse than eating this amazingness and then sitting over a toilet getting sick am hour or so later. Trust me it's not the food. Doc says I'm out of room. Hence the extreme pain of the heartburn rising...
Next. Contractions. They are all over the place...good news, my babe is getting ready. But there's nothing like being punched in the gut at the dinner table, while talking, or my favorite...driving...that's the scary part. Not so much the pain as much as the "hey, I'm in here pay attention to me" at random moments...nothing like being kept on your toes...but I'm not sure my man at the insurance agency will understand when I wreck my car...just saying....
Anyway, it's been an adventure for sure! I'm enjoying keeping record of all this fun stuff so when he finally makes his arrival (say around Christmas) I'm can continue to log his crazy moments instead of mine...
Peace and Love...
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