Apparently thirty two weeks is the magical point when my body decides to start kicking babies out. Because here I am, on the couch, sentenced to bedrest again for my crime of one centimeter dilation. It's deja vu all over again- I think I was even in the same exam room as I was last time when I got the verdict.
It's weird how you can know before you know. I went in thinking, "Routine exam," but as soon as the doctor came in, I just sort of got a bad feeling. And then when he checked my cervix, and was quiet for an extra beat while helping me sit up and then removing his gloves, I knew before he even started talking.
The really weird thing is that the contractions had slowed down the last few weeks, as far as I could tell. Or maybe I was just taking it easier, staying more hydrated, and so I was feeling them less. I don't know. But I'd only felt the need to take the Vistaril once or twice in the time between my last appointment and this one. I went in pretty optimistic that all was well. I had plans to start getting the baby's room ready this weekend, all that good stuff.
At least, thank God, we had hired the babysitter and even got her started coming in. She was over tonight and we made plans to have her come over every morning and stay until lunch, and then my little sister can do the afternoons. Jim will have to get off work a little early for the next month, to be home by four, so he'll probably have to go in earlier. And here's hoping Addy never wakes up at six o' clock in the morning before the sitter gets here but when Jim's already gone!
So it could be worse- I could be stuck, for instance, in some strange town with no friends or family and a toddler to take care of and then the bedrest on top of it all. Addy would have to suddenly be shipped off to daycare, which would have made me very sad. I must count my blessings here.
Such as not changing a single diaper for the next four weeks. Pretty awesome. But so scary- four more weeks! Maybe only four more weeks 'till delivery! Must start practicing those Kegels...
P.S. Sorry if this sounded rambly. I've had a shot of steroids for the baby's lungs, plus a dose of Vistaril today, so I'm a little woozy right now.