Sorry for the delay, it’s been a crazy few days. It’s funny how some weeks are just plain boring, and others are just so action packed. Such is life I guess.
Well.. last week was productive, even though I missed my little guy! From Friday- Sunday he stayed with my parents, so we can clean house. Then from Sunday to Wednesday he stayed with Andy and his parents while Andy fixed the roof at his parents house. Ugh. I hate being away from him! I love having my little buddy around, I missed him terribly! I did manage to get the house fairly cleaned. And that leads me to the hospital drama..
So on Wednesday, I finished cleaning, and I wouldn’t say it was super heavy cleaning, just picking things up, dishes, vacuuming, the usual housework stuff.. but when I used the bathroom, I noticed some pink spotting. I didn’t think much of it, I was like.. perhaps I’m just dehydrated. It’s my MISSION with this pregnancy to not get another UTI like last time, so I guzzled down some water and then kept cleaning. Well then I ate some dinner, then used the bathroom again. This time I noticed I was bleeding. Ah crap! Of course, being the over-emotional pregger woman that I am, I freaked out. I’m only 24 weeks along, and I did not want her to come right now (please wait until 37 weeks at least baby girl for mommy’s nerves sake). So I called Andy, and he was at least an hour to get back home, so I called my mom, and she picked me up and took me in. They ran a bunch of tests on me, and monitored Tinkerbell for awhile. She HATED the fetal monitoring!! She kept kicking it away, so bad, in fact, that I had to hold it in place. She was the talk of the nurses’ station, some nurses thought she dropping, but she really just kicked off the monitor. They say she is super strong for a 24 weeker!
Well, they sent me home, saying if it happens again I should go back in. So far so good. My poor house I apologize in advance. I can clean here and there, but for the most part I need to take it easy. I figure after Christmas I can clean gung-ho again, and if my water breaks, then meh. No big deal at that point.
I also went to a birthing luncheon this past Saturday hosted by my Hypnobirthing teacher Laura Curtis. It was so amazing to meet with other Hypnobirthing moms, and to hear their stories! I’m so excited for this next birth! Call me crazy, but I’m SO looking forward to transition and pushing this time around. Probably because this time I don’t get to be told WHEN to push, I can push when I feel the instinct. Bring it on, I say! J (not until at least 37 weeks baby.. don’t be too eager!)
It was great to see Laura again, too. I was in her first Hypnobirthing class, and it was awesome to see her meet Braedan. Andy and I decided to let her be our Doula for Tinkerbell’s birth. Actually, it’s kinda funny, we were talking about having a doula, and we imagined how great it would be if Laura was a doula, because she can speak the scripts to me and I’ll be a melted mess of relaxed pregnant mama. Then we found out she IS a doula.. so we are pretty excited about that. With her by my side, with Andy, and the midwife (whoever is on call that day, I guess), I can have a super awesome natural unmedicated birth. WOOT!! All of my fears about the birth (of my husband abandoning me, the nurses cheerleading me on as I turn purple in the face, and being chained to the hospital bed from 3 centimeters to 10 centimeters) all went away. I got the POWER! Oh yeah.
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