The beginning of the end?
Warning: some of this is not terribly interesting.
Alan has had a bad cold since Saturday, which has nearly knocked him out of commission. So yesterday for my appointment (which had the ultrasound scheduled at 10:30 and the ob appointment at 1:50–so much for efficiency), I got a ride to the doc’s office, and between appointments, walked to the Starbucks on the corner. It was not that far, but I spent a lot more time on my feet than I do in a typical day. Typical Michelle thought, “I can do it; it’s not that bad.”
It wasn’t “that bad” except for the fact that my abdomen weighs a ton. I’ve gained 40 pounds, and it seems that all of that has gone to my stomach. Gravity has contributed to making the babies drop a bit, so whenever I walk, I just feel very low and heavy.
I was rewarded last night with some contractions, and this morning while self-monitoring discovered that I’m having about 5 per hour. The nurse said it’s borderline pre-term labor, so I should continue taking my anti-contraction medication and self-monitoring. They have not increased in frequency or intensity since then, but I think I see the beginning of the end here! Only 3 more weeks till my goal, and if I end up back in the hospital for some or all of that, so be it.
If the situation were different, I would be taking care of Alan to make him feel better, but instead I have to ask him to get me lunch. We just need to get through these next few days and I think both of us will be on an upswing!