My Mother finds it sooo funny that almost two weeks after the doctor saying it would be any day, our baby girl has made up her mind to stay put. Payback she calls it, for all the years I waited out her wishes. Meanwhile, I seem to struggle with figuring out every new feeling or sensation. Is that a contraction? I feel this, what is that..etc... It has become ridiculous. I end up looking ever little thing up on the internet in hopes that it is sign that it is finally time. More often, I find that I freak my self out.
For example, the other night at some 2:30am after not being able to go to sleep as is my usual routine lately, I decided I would get up and look up if there was any connection to the intense earache I had. Now, it has been a long time since I have had an earache, let alone one that hurt like this. What was weird was that it hurt more behind my ear than in my ear. Well, I thought maybe increased pressure meant almost baby time so I went looking online for pregnancy and earaches. Much to my dismay, I found website after website that connected an earache behind the ear as a sure fire first sign of Bells Palsy. Not only that, but 1 in 65 women developed it after their 7th month of pregnancy. I read on in horror as how it described the next steps of the progression ( mouth numb, lack of eye response, etc...) and convinced myself that I was starting to experience the onset of these symptoms. I stood in front of the mirror doing facial exercises to make sure it all still moved. It did. I eventually went on to bed, but I repeatedly sat in bed moving each part of my face to "check" it. The next morning I rushed to the mirror to check again. Everything moved and my earache was gone. Chris laughed for hours!!!!! I felt like such a fool. It was pretty funny.
Last night was our first official false alarm. I thought I was having contractions to the point it was time so off we went to the hospital, but I wouldn't let Chris bring the bag in so I wouldn't look completely foolish. Chris tried to reassure me that the hospital is use to first timers "thinking" they are in labor and noone would care, but that didn't comfort me. They watched me for awhile and confirmed I was having contractions, but that I was at a point where it was up to the doctor whether to keep me under observation, send me home, or drug me to get it going. My particular doctor was not on call or I am convinced that we would be introducing our new baby girl to you right now ( maybe wishful thinking). The other doctor that was on call from the office did not have any other patients awaiting her services at the hospital and for that reason ( I think) I was sent home. GRRRR! The good news is that I now have some confirmation as to which of the different things I have felt are contractions and which ones are just random whatevers. I really liked the nurse that helped me though. She was awesome and did not make me feel quite as foolish for having to redress, hang my head, and trot my belly back home. I think her name was Ona and Chris owes her dougnuts for jinxing her and saying how "quiet" it was.
For now, we go back to waiting. I vowed not to return to the hospital until I could see baby for fear that it would be another false alarm. Will that happen, doubt it.
For those that have asked for a belly update, here is one from this week. Thar she blows!!!!!
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