If I sang, will this be over?
Tuesday, March 9th, 2010If one more person asks me if I am still pregnant…
I’m going to cry.
Or polish off a quart of Breyers mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Every time I’m asked.
Anyway, the past couple of days have been a bit rough.
I went from having contractions every 10-15 minutes, to every 5 minutes. Many of them quite strong and painful. This has happened everyday since Friday, lasting for a few hours on and off.
By the end of each day I feel like I’ve run a marathon because of the constant contractions and breathlessness.
This is definitely not how things unfolded with Babisodes four years ago. With her, I had mild contractions for a few days, my water broke, and once I couldn’t bear the pain any longer, we swung by Panda Express on the way to the hospital so I could grab a bite to eat (since I knew they wouldn’t feed me until after she was born).
This time around, my body wants me to suffer.
I finally called my doctor today to get myself checked out, and I am a whopping two centimeters dilated.
If you are unfamiliar with the stages of labor, 2 cm’s is not a big deal. At least not for the activity that I’ve had recently. Most hospitals admit woman when they are about 4 cm’s or if their water has broken. A baby is delivered at 10 cm’s.
By this time during my last pregnancy, I had already been 3 cm’s for over a week (with little to no pain), and it took another week and a half before my daughter was born.
If this kid wants to cook inside for another week or so, fine.
But enough with the bluffing already.







