So much for keeping up with this blog! Haha! I honestly don't even have good reason, I'm on bed rest, I should be blogging so much my fingers go numb. I do want to make sure I remember everything, even the bad, which is why I decided I'd blog today. Lots has happened since, well, actually, the last post I wrote. What do you know, right after that, at week 27, everything started changing. My wonderful cheerful pregnancy experience took a turn for the worse...if you're a man or don't care to hear nasty lady stories, you may want to stop reading. Just a heads up. But me, I want to remember what I felt during this time...
Week 27...It's a Tuesday night (so it is exactly 27 weeks). I get out of the shower around 8:00pm and I feel something trickling down my leg. Now, I just got out of the shower mind you, I'm actually still in the tub drying off with a towel. So I dry my legs and go to step out the tub when I feel a sudden gush, no lie, it felt like a plug came unplugged and fluids were running down my leg. I grow slightly more alarmed, and wipe my legs (as well as my lady area) and look at the towel. I see a ginormous wad of what looks like nasty toddler boogers. Only clear. And, instinctively, I take a wiff. Is that gross? Well, ok, it's gross, but I'm a pregnant woman, I read so many baby books and articles every day. I know to smell it. It's not pee. It's not discharge. It actually smells kind of sweet. So NOW, I freak. If it's clear and sweet smelling, it could be amniotic fluid. Water-like fluid is continuing to trickle down my leg. I wipe a bunch of times with toilet paper and put panties on with a pad, and get in my jammies. The fluid stops leaking, so I try to convince myself it was nothing, pregnant women leak junk all the time, right? I mean I've already become accustomed to the "sneezy pees", so who knows what's next. I call my mom several times through the night but no answer. So I go to bed. The next morning, I go to work. As all us ladies are waiting in the parking lot for someone to open, I call mom, who is also a little concerned and begs me to call the doctor. I do, they ALSO sound concerned and ask to see me right away. I leave work and speed to the doctor's. (I make it there in record time too! 11 minutes suckaaaahs =]) I'm given an extremely uncomfortable exam by the head doctor at the office. My doctor's husband. A man I've never met before. Let's talk about uncomfortable. Oh and I'd like to also mention, this is when I find out HE is the one that will be delivering my baby, not his wife like I had thought this whole time. Fun. Okay. So anyway. Then he gets really serious. Tells me I can relax knowing it was not amniotic fluid, however it was my mucus plug. Most women don't pass their mucus plug until labor, when their water breaks. Lucky me. Also, he notes that my cervix has begun to thin as well. From this point on, I get a pretty red file folder to hold all the contents of my file. I'm told I'm no longer a normal healthy pregnancy. I've graduated to high risk pregnancy. Yay me. Then I get my new improved list of do's and don'ts. Rather, I should say, "Don'ts". There's not much he tells me to do. I can no longer work full time hours. I must cut myself down to 4 hour work days. Sitting the whole time. When I'm home, I'm resting with my feet up. No stairs, no lifting, no pushing, no pulling. And the most dreaded, absolutely positively no sex whatsoever. No even getting aroused. What?? Have we met?? Oh that's right, we haven't. Well I love sex more than anyone I know. So this should be fun. Anything I do wrong will very likely end in premature labor and birth. Our goal? Make it to week 34. As long as I make it to week 34, my doctor will be thrilled and apparently, so should I. Scary part is, week 34 is 2 months away. 8 weeks. Everyone is doubtful I will make it. Grandma Cynthia (or Mima as she's decided she'd like to be called) has begun to stress and starts shopping for premie clothes. Which in turn, stresses out mommy. =/
Week 28...
Here we are, only but a week later. I'm on high alert, paranoid every move I make, baby is going to come flying out. It's a Sunday night, so we're technically at 28 weeks and 5 days. Almost 29 weeks. My allergies have taken claim on me and have run me ragged. I've been dead for about 3 days now. At around 10:30 we decide it's time to hit the hay. I lay down and get right back up, flying to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth. I throw up my entire dinner, I'm certain. After about 15 minutes, I feel like I can make it back to bed. After laying for about 10 minutes, the urge strikes again. This happens about 5 times consecutively. At this point, it's about 11:45 and I'm positive I've thrown up everything I've eaten in the past 2 days and am beginning to bring up water. With my last heave, I suddenly feel that oh so familiar gush. Only this time it doesn't stop. Water just keeps rushing out of me until the entire bathroom floor is covered. More freaking out as I clean it up, examining to try and determine if it's a close cousin to the sneezy-pees, or if it is in fact, my water breaking. I determine it is definitely not pee, and call the on call doctor. He orders me to go straight to Bellevue. So at about 1am, I check into Bellevue, with my mama in tow. Another exam, water has not broken. So yes, I in fact peed all over the bathroom floor. I'm officially part of the cool prego's. They keep me there hooked up to an IV all night though seeing I threw up 5 times my weight in vomit. Also they injected me with a TERRIBLY painful injection called betamethazone? To mature baby boy's lungs a little quicker. I go home and go about my not so fun crazy pregnant life.
Week 30...
Well, we haven't made much progress, here we are only a few weeks later. At 30 weeks and 5 days, it's a Sunday. I had spent the entire day ignoring my usual daily schedule of rest, and attempted to move everything that was left at my old house in Scotia into my little two bedroom apartment in Clifton Park. While my brother and my dad did all the actual moving, my nesting urge suddenly kicked into high gear and as they were moving things in, I had to find spots for everything. In the process, I went psycho having to clean out every closet, cabinet, nook and cranny. I dumped more crap than the buildings dumpster could hold. I accomplished my goal, but as a result, I started getting a tightening in my tummy. No pain, but tightening. That tightening would last for about 30-40 seconds, and at first, was coming at 15 minute intervals. Then 10. I panic and call the on-call doctor. Once again, I'm sent to Bellevue to be monitored. By the time I get there (about midnight haha I can never time anything during daylight hours you know) these "tightenings" are about 7-5 minutes apart. They hook me up to a machine and tell me I'm having painless contractions. Common in premature births. Wonderful. They make me guzzle about 5 gallons of water in about an hour to attempt to stop them. It seems to do the trick. But consequently, after chugging such volumes of liquid, I need to pee. On my way back to my bed, I suddenly feel them coming back, stronger. They hook me back up, and about 20 minutes later the nurse comes in and says oh hi, your contractions are now stronger (no shit) and are happening every 2 minutes. Lovely. So they stick me with a shot to stop the contractions, which seems to work. They keep me overnight yet AGAIN to monitor me. I was supposed to work Monday morning at 8, but I wasn't released until about 10 so I called out. I had Tuesday off, and was scheduled on Wednesday 8-12. I was feeling fine having rested all day Monday and Tuesday so I went in to work. All shift I kept getting contractions on and off. When I got home I laid down on the couch and after about an hour, they stopped completely. My doctor called to check on me after having been in the hospital yet again for another scare. I told her about the contractions I started getting at work and she freaked on me! Apparently I missed the memo that I was supposed to be on total bed rest from here on out. So we got everything squared away with my doctor and work and now here we are...
Present day... (Week 33...and 5 days haha)
Bed rest sucks. I have two days until my original goal of 34 weeks. Of course, though, now that we're there, my doctor has set a new goal for me. 36-37 weeks, which you mommies out there know, is technically "full-term". So in a little over 2, 3 weeks, we'll be in the clear completely. I can NOT wait. I'm so sick of being pregnant! Maybe I wouldn't be if I could be active, but bed rest does not look good on me. I've been snacking more than normal because, well, there's nothing else to do! I'm bored out of my mind. So I'm putting on weight, and I can't go on walks like I'd love to do, and I can't clean the house, and I can't go out shopping or even do the marketing. I get no exercise whatsoever. And obviously that affects my mood in turn. So while I'm bubbly and excited for baby, I'm bummed because I'm forced to be so boring, lazy, and fat. ::sigh:: Oh well, it's all for my little man, so I'll put a smile back on and suck it up. Only a few more weeks. But then, you better believe after my baby boy gets here, it's back to dieting and exercising. I gotta get back to my healthy self so I can be the best mommy I can be for little man <3
