Well, nothing like a little more drama at my house, right?
Yesterday as I was eating lunch with Charlie and my parents, my stomach started to feel like it was stretching apart. I honestly didn’t think a thing about it because let’s face it, with ten pounds of baby plus support systems, it’s not at all surprising that my stomach might feel a little stretched.
The day went on, the stretched feeling continued, and I called my Mother in Law to ask her if she could watch Charlie for a bit because I was still feeling a little “off.” Hubby came home, and I was lying in bed watching Medium on Netflix. I think this freaked him out a little. I’m pretty much always on the computer and I think when I wasn’t, he started to get concerned. Signs your social media addicted wife is feeling bad: she’s not tweeting.
About four hours after the “stretching” began, I conceded that maybe they could be contractions–but I wasn’t completely convinced. I took a warm bath bath, and they persisted. I drank a big glass of cold water, and I still felt off. Finally my husband insisted that I call Labor and Delivery and at least ask them what they thought.
I was getting kind of huffy at this point–I mean surely I would KNOW if I were have some sort of serious issue, right? I called Labor and Delivery and like I thought, they wanted me to come in for monitoring. I was even a little weepy as I gathered my things and thought about an evening of being bored to death while wearing a sheet and staring at the wall.
Well, I guess I have to give the man a little credit because as it turns out, I was contracting. Ice water didn’t help, my urine showed no signs of infection, so they decided it was some form of pre-term labor. Didn’t see that one coming! I was given two shots of Brethene–an asthma medicine used to help pre-term labor–and the contractions stopped.
When asked what might have caused this, the nurses said, “your uterus is full.” Nobody seemed terrible worried about the possibility of me going into labor.
They’re supposed to deliver these babies in four weeks–I’m not entirely convinced I’ll make it that far. I guess we’ll just see.