I know. I know. It's been a while. I'm sorry for leaving all of you on the edges of your seats. To ease your minds, I'll start by telling you that we're still without child.
Here's what you missed...
Meg left work early on Wednesday because she felt "weird"-she experienced lower back pain and some cramping. Essentially, she just didn't feel like herself. We thought Avery was getting close, but nothing progressed.
Meg stayed home on Thursday because she still wasn't feeling right. She actually had a few contractions in the middle of the night (the ones that start in your back and radiate to the front) Naturally, we thought that was it, but again, nothing progressed.
By Friday morning, Meg was throwing up and was insanely emotional. She had warned me about the hormones at the end of pregnancy a while back, but nothing could have prepared me for them.
While I'm not proud to admit this, I went through half of the alphabet making up nasty names for Megan because, well, calling her "Negative Nancy" lost the effect. (*NOTE* If you know someone who is pregant, please take my advice and refrain from using any of the following names: Angry Abigail, Bitchy Bertha, Crabby Carol, Debbie Downer, Emotional Erin, Frantic Fran, Grumpy Gina)
After a long talk and hard lesson learned (for me) we finally made it to Happy Hannah. All jokes aside, Meg (and I) became really frustrated with the lack of progress, so much that we spent the entire weekend walking around.
Today we reached single digits on our pregnancy calendar countdown (I guess they don't count the actual day because it's really 10 days until April 25th) We sat down with our breakfast and started reading our 38 week email from babycenter (ya, we're a little late) It started talking about counting kicks and we both looked at one another. We had never had to before because Avery has always been so active, but when we tried to think back to the last time we felt Avery we realized that it had been a long time. Needless to say, we called the OB.
Avery did start to move a little bit while Meg was on the phone, but the doctor told us that it was better to be safe than sorry. SO, we headed to the hospital.
Meg had to sign a few forms (registration) before we could head to triage. By the time that was finished, the security guard opened the doors and we were greeted by a very nice nurse (who had been expecting us).
She asked Meg a bazillion questions and then hooked her up to a fetal monitor (two circles were strapped to Meg's belly) It monitored Avery's heart rate and her movement.
We had to sit in the room for a little over an hour. Meg watched HGTV and I panicked every time Avery's heart rate fell off the chart (apparently that can happen because it's hooked up externally). We both felt relieved when Avery started moving all over the place.
Then the nurse came in to say she was going to call the doctor. At this point, I was freaking out because she didn't really let on as to why she was calling the doctor. She came back a few minutes later and said that the doctor wanted her to perform an internal exam to make sure Meg wasn't dilated (she wasn't). She said the house obstetrician would be in to discharge us.
He said that Avery looks fantastic and that he'll hopefully see us back in a few days when Meg goes into labor. Oh, he also said that Meg needs to call the doctor tomorrow and let them know if Avery's movement has increased/decreased and to follow up with our OB on Tuesday (our next scheduled appointment)
It was a scary, long day, but all is well. I think at this point, it's safe to say that Meg and I are over the waiting game. We're both tired of hearing people say, "She's not ready yet." "It will happen when it's supposed to." "You look lower." "I think it's going to happen soon."
While we appreciate everyone's opinions, this is our first time and we really have no idea what to expect. Prior to feeling her first Braxton Hicks contraction, Meg and I were content with waiting until 40 weeks. Now, every symptom/sign has been amplified and well, they just get our hopes up.
So, we're just going to take things day by day and enjoy our time together because, as so many of you have said, "It will happen when it's supposed to." (Please don't tell us that it's good we are spending time together now because we won't have time when she's born. That's just annoying!)
I promise...I'll do a better job of keeping you up to date (especially if something really does happen!) Until then, enjoy the warm weather!