No Baby Yet.

Still waiting...(I know it's only been a couple days, but I am the worst at waiting). These days are filled with shopping trips (trying to walk this baby out) and anxiety wondering when he will get here. This phase is definitely not the most comfortable and sometimes hurts quite a bit, plus I am getting excited to meet the little guy, so I am kind of impatient.  Nevertheless, I am glad that he is taking his time so that he is healthy when he's born.

Shopping with Jake

Getting bigger everyday.
I am done wearing pants and
I got my first pregnant belly
stretch marks this week.
It was a sad day.

The Waiting Begins.

Yesterday was my last day of taking the meds and couch arrest.  Now I am allowed to resume normal activities (though walking and other normal activities aren't so do-able with this kid's head pushing down there) and "let nature take its course." So far, no baby yet. I've had a few contractions and cramps, but nothing too regular or overly intense.

Last night I had a dream that our baby was this crazy, wild man. Every second he was just running somewhere else and I couldn't keep up with him. I am excited to see what he will really be like in real life.

I am finally starting to feel ready to have a baby. The room is ready, clothes are washed, house is tidy, bags are packed. I even went into work today for a few hours and was able to tie up some loose ends there. So, if he decides to come this week, it's fine with me...

Wild Thing.

Well, this wild baby is just begging to come out even though he is not due for another 5 weeks. On Saturday morning I started getting contractions.  A lot of them. And they were pretty painful.  I started timing them around 1 pm.  From 1-4 pm I had contractions every 3-4 minutes. I didn't want to call the doctor right away because I didn't want to make a big deal out of it if it was nothing and because Scott and I had plans to take someone to the Joseph Smith movie at the visitor's center.  I tried to remain calm during the movie and stay quiet even though the contractions were so rhythmic and uncomfortable. Finally, on our way home from the movie, I decided to call the doctor on call who instructed me to head to the hospital. We went home, packed a hospital bag and headed straight to the hospital.

They hooked me up to the monitors and checked me (checks = not comfortable, at all).  I was already dilated to a 3, 80% effaced. They hooked me up to an IV of water and gave me three shots of Tributalene (sp?) which made my arm burn, heart race and body shake.  Not fun.

Scott was the best to have with me through all of it. He was coaching me and crackin' jokes and acting like a 5-year old. While I was laying in the hospital bed, miserable, he pulled out a huge blue sucker for himself. Within minutes, his teeth and lips were bright blue.  He tried to wash them off, but the bluish tint remained. He went to grab a paper towel from the automated dispenser, but instead of just one paper towel, it kept giving him more. Pretty soon, he couldn't keep up with the rolls of paper shooting out of the paper towel dispenser.

Wild baby. Child husband. Love them.

My parents showed up and Scott and my dad gave me a blessing.  I am so grateful for it. I have my own plans about how I want things to go, but this blessing told me to have faith in God's will. That is hard to do, but I am trying.

After the third shot of Trib. the contractions had slowed down and they let me go home on bedrest.

On Sunday, the contractions started up again.  They were pretty intense, but they weren't as rhythmic, so I waited to call the on call doctor until 7 pm. He told me to head back to the hospital, where they gave me more fluids and another shot of Trib. I love the nurses that have helped me so far. This nurse was awesome because she brought Scott the remote to the TV. Blessed saint keeping my child husband entertained.

Monday, I had an appointment with my doctor. He gave me a prescription to keep my uterus relaxed and instructed me to be a "couch potato" for the week. He is trying to get me to make it to at least 36 weeks. Once I hit 36 weeks, he said that I will stop taking the meds and return to some normal activities and let nature take its course. So, we will just wait and see...