Well, yesterday evening we found out how much I DON’T know about contractions.
My lame ass sat at home for the longest time, putting up with what I thought was just a little back pain. That slowly progressed into back pain that got a tad bit worse every 5 minutes or so, but it never let up completely and I had trouble telling the difference between what was just normal pregnancy aches and pains, and actual contractions.
I dusted. I vacuumed. I did all the laundry, and the dishes. I cleaned the bathrooms, I straightened the bedrooms. I washed the dogs. I walked around the block. Caleb finally talked me into calling the doctor, who then, of course, told me to go up to Labor and Delivery to be checked. Just in case.
Long story short, we went.
…And then we left.
I was contracting, regularly, but there was no progress being made. We came home, grabbed the kids from our neighbors, fed everyone grapes and turkey-dogs, and went to bed. After 3 great hours of sleep, I got up, and here I sit, again timing contractions…probably in vain. As of right now, they’re still coming regularly, and they do seem a little more organized–I can feel a definite beginning and end to each one–but I have a feeling this process could go on for days. Good times, good times. I compare labor to hurricanes. You try and try to remember just how bad it was the last time–Category 1? Should I be worried? Category 2? What’s that like? Don’t evacuate until at least a Category 3? And only if it’s hitting head on, or slightly to the west? Huh? Are you sure these aren’t strong contractions? Cause they feel at least semi-strong. I mean, what if it gets worse all the sudden? They are regular…kind of. They do hurt…a little. I am feeling them in all the right places…I think. Frick. I wish I had a pop-up doctor to check me periodically and tell me what to do.