Last night around 1:00 I had been having pretty intense lower back pain, so Matt and I went to the hospital. I was happy that I was actually right - my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. (what a relief to go in and be right) :) The nurse seemed pretty confident she would be admitting me. She monitored me and made me walk around the hospital for an hour to see if we could get things moving. That hour wasn't too bad. We went to the cafeteria where Matt got free food and then went up to the ICU where he visited with some friends. I was definitely uncomfortable having to walk around during contractions, but I was excited.
My hour was up - NO CHANGE! She called my doctor (poor guy and his wife - do they ever get used to middle of the night phone calls?) and he said to have me walk around for another hour. Now this is torture. Still having pretty decent contractions every few minutes. I sent Matt to bed, while I walked around (as fast as I could) passed the same nurses about a hundred times. I was in a lot of pain at this point. I wonder how many miles I put in?
My hour was up - HARDLY ANY CHANGE! When she checked me, I had a contraction and she said my bag of waters was really firm and was taking the pressure of the contractions instead of the cervix - hence the little change in dilation. She said, I think your water is going to have to break for anything to happen here.
So I got sent home. Sacred Heart is pretty conservative I think. They said they can't help labor along at all unless you're 39 weeks. I suppose it's not the right time for Baby Weed to come, but I'm trying to imagine myself with regular, uncomfortable contractions for two weeks. How will I sleep? How will I take care of Madeline and Matt? If my water does break, it's going to be fast and I'm bracing myself for the reality that there probably won't be time for an epidural.
I guess pregnancy keeps you humble as everything is out of your control. I'm glad everyone is healthy and that the end is sight. Just wish us luck...