Thursday, September 27, 2012

Nothing To See Here

Well, the contractions continue to drive me a wee bit batty.

These contractions are the type that take my breath away and make me start to do the pant-pant-pant breathing that I was taught in a birthing class four years ago.  They come very regularly, with increasing frequency and pain, for nearly an hour. . . sometimes even an hour.  Then, juuuuuust as I am about to call L&D and head in, they stop. 

Then, within an hour or two at the most, they start again.  Lather, rinse, and repeat.

They happen when I am laying down.  They wake me up from a dead sleep.  They happen when I am sitting.  They happen when I am driving.  They happen when I am eating. The only thing that seems to stop them, or at least really lessen the discomfort, is taking a warm bath.  Of course, the fact that they stop/slow down and that a bath takes them away indicates that they are simply false labor.

But I am gonna be honest.  They don't feel "false" and they are driving me nutty.  I remember this with Emma, too, and she didn't end up coming before the scheduled c-section, so now I am wondering if after all of the platelet issues, might we actually go to 10-11-12?  That is only two weeks from today.  If we do go that far, I will have enough short term disability from the c-section and then two weeks of saved vacation to make it to Christmas, which would be WONDERFUL.  My company gives us the week of Christmas off, so I wouldn't have to be back until after the New Year. 

I know, I know.  All of the wondering and speculating will get me nowhere and fast.  He will come when he is ready, or at 39 weeks, on my scheduled c-section date. 

But. . . these contractions, they get inside my head and start messing with me good.  I went to the grocery store today and they were coming so fast and furious that I left half my list unshopped for, checked out quickly, and went home.  I unloaded the groceries, keeping an eye on the clock, as they came 3 minutes apart for forty five minutes.  And then?  The dastardly buggers stopped.  They are back now, as I type this, but not so fast and furious (maybe ten minutes apart) and I don't think they mean business.

Oh, well.  At least I got the ice cream before I abandoned the shopping trip.


It Is What It Is said...

How unnerving!

I hope they subside enough that you are relieved of the head trip they are causing.

As you said, he'll come when he comes, it's just up to you to figure out when that truly is.

Amy said...

Oye I am such a bad friend !I just read all thats going on with you!! Hang in there dude!!! You are so strong this kid is gonna be a rock star! November babies rule! Hope I get to meet him sooner then later :)

Beth said...

Those pesky contractions can seriously mess with your head, can't they?
I had those with #4, and he ended up coming 8 days late....also something to mess with your head.

I completely understand about the work leave and wanting him to come at the "right time" so you can maximize your time off! =)

Sounds like Andrew has kept you on your toes from day 1.....and rightfully so, he is living up to being a #3 already ;)

Thinking of you!