Fright Night

The night before last, I had a bit of a scare. Not the boogey man or a nightmare, just labor pains, which is WAY more frightening than anything else I can think of. At least when you're only 33 weeks pregnant.

At 1 AM, I awoke feeling VERY crampy in my abdomen and lower back. It was a dull ache that didn't go away, but didn't get worse either. It definitely wasn't painful, nor was it comfortable. I got up, walked around, layed down in different positions, sat up...trying to make the cramping go away. At some point I fell asleep during my attempts to MAKE IT STOP. However, I was awakened several more times in the night due to this crampy feeling and the feeling of pressure.

I considered waking Tate and going to the emergency room, especially since I was quite sure my cervix was close to eruption. However, the thought of having to wake Peanut, go sit in a very unsterile ER, wrestle a tired and confused toddler, and wait for 30 hours just to be told it's Braxton-hicks contractions just didn't sound very appealing.

The next morning, I began to feel relief around 9 am. I left a message with the nurse at my OB/GYN's office to call me. Apparently they weren't too concerned about my well-being, as it took 3 hours for them to return my call. Luckily my cervix didn't give way in the meantime.

I was so freaked out yesterday that I didn't bother to clean up my office before the bug man came. I left idiotic comments all over the blogosphere. On the couch, I sat, thinking about all the scenarios surrounding a 33 week premature birth. Fun times, fun times.

Today is a much better day.