....GAS OR LABOR!?!
Feverishly cleaning and doing laundry (nesting). Check. Uterine suuuuuuuurges increasing in pressure. Check. Hot flashes. Check. Baby. Baby? BABY? No baby.
I have 9 vacation days to use until June 30- and they don't carry over. So, I'm using three more this week- email to boss went like this- "I know this is a pretty busy week and all but I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be anyway...since I feel like I might have a baby at any second. I'll have my laptop at home since I'm physically incapable of being on "real vacation" so I'll be working anyway. Call me if you need anything."
So, back to gas or labor- I've been paranoid since all of the Toni Braxtons were brought to my attention and now I don't know if I'm going into labor- or if my chair at work is uncomfortable. I was talking with Shannon at lunch on Friday about reading all of the lit around on the Intraweb about what it's supposed to feel like- and the common denominator is...NO ONE FEELS THE SAME THING. Super. Some say period pains- what if a person (like myself) doesn't really experience cramps and the like? Then what? And how about this little gem, "Only 10% of women's water breaks on its own." Really. 10% eh? Out of how many? This one has been my favorite- if you have a high tolerance to pain (check) and you generally view that birth will be a positive experience (check) real labor might go unnoticed. Super. So I won't know. Ok.
I'm confused about it all, really
And I had the choice of being a mean wife last night- fortunately, nice wife won out. Todd was tired after running the Broad Street- he got up at 5am and beat last year's time by 3 minutes. He was taking a nap on the living room floor while I was watching the Phillies game- this was 8pm...when Rita's was still open. He's been so awesome- hopping up when I say that I want something (I wanted to make bruschetta after watching Julie and Julia yesterday.) I wanted Rita's REAL BAD. It was hot. I didn't want more (that's right, MORE, don't judge me, I don't want to deprive my child) ice cream but I wanted something cold. And sweet. I saw him resting comfortably and decided that a cold glass of water and left over Jelly Bellys would be a good substitute. Guess what- they aren't. In fact- I have NO IDEA why ANYONE would want gourmet (read: weird) flavored jelly beans. Gross. So we (me and the baby) suffered in silence all because I love my husband (and I don't want him to hate me.)
Feverishly cleaning and doing laundry (nesting). Check. Uterine suuuuuuuurges increasing in pressure. Check. Hot flashes. Check. Baby. Baby? BABY? No baby.
I have 9 vacation days to use until June 30- and they don't carry over. So, I'm using three more this week- email to boss went like this- "I know this is a pretty busy week and all but I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be anyway...since I feel like I might have a baby at any second. I'll have my laptop at home since I'm physically incapable of being on "real vacation" so I'll be working anyway. Call me if you need anything."
39 weeks. 2 days. Yup, those are my underpants, tattoo and brassier. I don't care either that I'm showing them to the WHOLE INTERNET.
I'm tired and 261 days (gestation) pregnant and my own mother called me BIG today.
I want to go to an acupuncture joint- but can someone please tell me why those places don't have websites? Is it because they're undercover bathhouses? Will I get swindled? Or worse, will they reach for the happy ending and I'll have to waddle out embarrassed?
So, back to gas or labor- I've been paranoid since all of the Toni Braxtons were brought to my attention and now I don't know if I'm going into labor- or if my chair at work is uncomfortable. I was talking with Shannon at lunch on Friday about reading all of the lit around on the Intraweb about what it's supposed to feel like- and the common denominator is...NO ONE FEELS THE SAME THING. Super. Some say period pains- what if a person (like myself) doesn't really experience cramps and the like? Then what? And how about this little gem, "Only 10% of women's water breaks on its own." Really. 10% eh? Out of how many? This one has been my favorite- if you have a high tolerance to pain (check) and you generally view that birth will be a positive experience (check) real labor might go unnoticed. Super. So I won't know. Ok.
I'm confused about it all, really
And I had the choice of being a mean wife last night- fortunately, nice wife won out. Todd was tired after running the Broad Street- he got up at 5am and beat last year's time by 3 minutes. He was taking a nap on the living room floor while I was watching the Phillies game- this was 8pm...when Rita's was still open. He's been so awesome- hopping up when I say that I want something (I wanted to make bruschetta after watching Julie and Julia yesterday.) I wanted Rita's REAL BAD. It was hot. I didn't want more (that's right, MORE, don't judge me, I don't want to deprive my child) ice cream but I wanted something cold. And sweet. I saw him resting comfortably and decided that a cold glass of water and left over Jelly Bellys would be a good substitute. Guess what- they aren't. In fact- I have NO IDEA why ANYONE would want gourmet (read: weird) flavored jelly beans. Gross. So we (me and the baby) suffered in silence all because I love my husband (and I don't want him to hate me.)
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I will ask her where she goes.
I like that belly pic! I really, really wanted to photoshop a baby onto it.
I really like this place for acupuncture.
As to labor: I didn't know what it was like when I was pregnant with Jim, because I was induced with Mike. I too have a pretty high pain tolerance, but I'm pretty damned sure you'll be able to tell.
Mostly, it's like having a stomach flu. You'll get cramps like you have to go, but you don't. Then you start to notice they're coming seven minutes apart, then five...
As to the water breaking? It's considered a complication of normal neighbor, you don't really want it to happen first. The bag of fluid protects the baby during birth, it's supposed to break in the second stage.
Katie- it was harder than you'll ever know...