Oh, hi there! It’s me….the one who could have had her baby yesterday, but panicked and high-tailed it out of the hospital.
We had our portraits done at 3PM yesterday and then I dropped Hub, and the kids off at Tae Kwon Do while I ran over to the bank and the grocery store for dinner. It was raining pretty badly and on my way in to the store I noticed how slippery the bottoms of my flip-flops flt on the painted crosswalk in the parking lot. I made sure to take extra care on my way out, as it was still pouring, but then, out of the blue, I was on the ground on my hands and knees. I’m still not actually sure what happened, but the feeling in my ankle would suggest that somehow it twisted and I lost my balance. A woman ran over to help me up as I was in the middle of the crosswalk, and cars passing by just stared. I was mortified. I insisted I was OK, and let her help me back to my car, where I sat and shook for a few minutes before heading back over to TKD.
It didn’t really occur to me to call the doctor right away, but after being home for a bit, and having had contractions since the time I fell, I decided to call just to see. She was concerned about placental abruption, so suggested that I go in and get checked out. Which I did. The on call doctor was nice, the first man-OB I’ve ever dealt with, but it was no big deal. He checked me out, ran a whole bunch of tests, and I contracted every 5 minutes the entire time. The nurses had told me that since my cervix wasn’t changing from the contractions, they’d probably send me home. I thought I was disappointed.
Hub left for a bit to go set his employee up at a job since I was just laying there anyway, waiting for test results. The doctor, nurse and med student came in soon after all “so, how do YOU feel?? Do you think you’re in labor??? What do you think you want to do????” and so on. It was as if they were saying “We’re not going to say let’s induce right now, but if you say the word, we will.” I told them I felt trapped, and weird and that they were really freaking me out. The doctor said “Bottom line, we can get things going if you want to but who knows how long it will take. If I were you, I would go home, eat something (because I hadn’t) and sleep and see how things play out.” So that’s what I chose to do.
Which is why I’m not complaining about still being pregnant today because it’s my own damn fault.
I hate our family photos. Actually, I like the way that I look in one of them, but the rest of the family looks like a bunch of dolts. The others, they look OK and I look like death. Lucy was difficult for most of them as evidenced by her fake forced smile, and somehow Bud channeled an old man. We ordered only the family shot of all of us head on, and the one of the kids back to back. The one of us all sideways is the one that I actually like. So here they are in no particular order….