Shaking my fist at the sky
Remember yesterday when I said I wasn't having very many contractions? Apparently the Gods of Childbirth decided to stick it to me and I have been cursed with them since last night.
Not non-stop, but enough of them to be annoying and some of them are starting to get a little painful. I am trying to ignore those. I like to think I am doing a good job as I managed to get through Gymboree class this morning and then took Jack to lunch and am now running several loads of laundry up and down the stairs.
Last night's contractionfest started around 9 p.m. My husband, conveniently out drinking with his friends, was instructed to ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE if I call him and not to drink too much. I can't be taking a drunkard into Labor & Delivery, not to mention the fact he needs to drive me there. (His solution: We could take a cab! My solution: How about I punch you in the face!)
I called him after I had about four contractions, 10 minutes apart. You know, just to keep him in the loop. No answer. I call again. No answer. I wait a while, call again. You can see where this is going.
TWO HOURS LATER he finally sees he has about eleventy-hundred missed calls from Home and calls me. Apologizing profusely, saying he could not understand why the phone was not vibrating. "Oh," he said sheepishly. "That would be because it's not on vibrate. I'm sorry."
Stuff your sorrys in a sack mister.
He asked should he come home, I said probably not, thinking they were not real anyway. I told him to just answer the phone when I call. With that he announced he would be home in a little while because he did not think they would be staying out that late. It was about 11:15 p.m. when we had this conversation and I went to sleep immediately afterward.
AT 1:30 HE ROLLS IN TO THE BEDROOM. Can you tell I am so pleased with this?
So after all that, I have a few more during the night and then a few more this morning and afternoon and here we are. I imagine there will be a slight change to my dilation by Monday with all this activity, but I am not convinced I will be in labor any time soon.
Not non-stop, but enough of them to be annoying and some of them are starting to get a little painful. I am trying to ignore those. I like to think I am doing a good job as I managed to get through Gymboree class this morning and then took Jack to lunch and am now running several loads of laundry up and down the stairs.
Last night's contractionfest started around 9 p.m. My husband, conveniently out drinking with his friends, was instructed to ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE if I call him and not to drink too much. I can't be taking a drunkard into Labor & Delivery, not to mention the fact he needs to drive me there. (His solution: We could take a cab! My solution: How about I punch you in the face!)
I called him after I had about four contractions, 10 minutes apart. You know, just to keep him in the loop. No answer. I call again. No answer. I wait a while, call again. You can see where this is going.
TWO HOURS LATER he finally sees he has about eleventy-hundred missed calls from Home and calls me. Apologizing profusely, saying he could not understand why the phone was not vibrating. "Oh," he said sheepishly. "That would be because it's not on vibrate. I'm sorry."
Stuff your sorrys in a sack mister.
He asked should he come home, I said probably not, thinking they were not real anyway. I told him to just answer the phone when I call. With that he announced he would be home in a little while because he did not think they would be staying out that late. It was about 11:15 p.m. when we had this conversation and I went to sleep immediately afterward.
AT 1:30 HE ROLLS IN TO THE BEDROOM. Can you tell I am so pleased with this?
So after all that, I have a few more during the night and then a few more this morning and afternoon and here we are. I imagine there will be a slight change to my dilation by Monday with all this activity, but I am not convinced I will be in labor any time soon.
Labels: Married Life, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
3:10 PM
2 Comments:
Stuff your sorrys in a sack. Love it.
This made me laugh uncontrollably.
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