So today I hit 39 weeks (full term, yeah!) but last night was a different story. For a couple hours we actually weren't sure she was going to make it to 39 weeks.
Let's back up a bit.
I took yesterday off work as a 'me' day to tie up a few loose ends, do some laundry and get a pedi. I had my OB appt in the morning and Derek and I had planned to take Drew to school together and then head to the appt after a quick Starbucks breakfast date. Unfortunately I overslept a bit and jumped out of bed quickly when Derek woke me up around 7:45. I felt a tiny side pain near where her head sits but thought nothing of it.
The appt went great, I was around a 3cm but really no other changes with her and my blood pressure was perfect. Derek went on to work and I went on to 3 stores to pick up a few items. I noticed throughout the morning that I was needing to pee a ton more than normal (
so like every 15-20 min) and my lower side pain was hurting even more. I let Derek know that I think I pulled something when jumping out of bed too quickly and tried to really relax the rest of the day.
By about 4pm, however, the pain was worse. If baby girl rolled onto that side it was excruciating to the point of tears a couple times. Derek didn't want to risk anything happening to baby girl so we decided to drop off Drew at our friends and head to the hospital to get it checked out. I'm NOT one to jump the gun with issues and really had a feeling I would be discharged an hour later, but better safe than sorry.
Upon arrival I was really hurting, but it still was just a sharp side pain and didn't feel at all like a contraction. Not timeable, no real start and stop and it was very sharp, not like a squeezing or a cramp. I was brought to a room, hooked up to the machines and we waited to be checked. A couple hours in, Derek was watching the machines and I noticed my pains were somewhat starting to come and go feeling more like a contraction. Eventually I would be checked with no changes but the OB said there was a trace of bladder infection in my urine and she was going to give me a prescription.
While waiting for that urine test results over the last two hours, I was definitely having pretty strong contractions. At that point we really thought we were going to be there overnight progressing in labor and eventually meeting our little girl. I was overcome with emotions and tried to mentally prepare for the moment to be there!
But the OB on call discharged us.
We were somewhat confused as my contractions were horrible, but she explained that the infection could be causing them and since they weren't regular enough, I was to go home, try to get some sleep and keep my doc updated. Around 11:15pm, we scooped up a sleeping Drew from our wonderful friends house a block over and quickly got him back to sleep. Although contractions continued for a couple hours, I was able to ultimately get some sleep myself as they slowly subsided. When I woke this morning, they were gone. My sharp pain was still there and has persisted all day, but I've only had a few small contractions so for that I'm thankful.
Lesson of the day: labor and Type A planning personalities just do NOT mesh and I'm learning to cope with that as much as I can. I can't STAND not knowing if these contractions will strike again, if they are even 'real', when labor will start or even when I'll meet my baby girl! But for now, I'm working on the laptop with my feet up and trying to rest and hydrate as much as I can!
Oh, and I never ended up getting that pedi. Fail.