Labor Pains

Aaron has been saying that the thing he will remember most about the month the this baby will be born is the cool weather, the rain and the beautiful color of the leaves changing. I think I changed that this weekend.

What a weekend.

I had contractions all day Friday. They were never consistent, but they did get to a minute and a half a part for a while. It was a crazy day. I laid down for a couple of hour after they started to see if I could get them to stop. They didn't. I called Aaron at work to give him the heads up and spent the day with my sisters, who helped pass the time until they stopped at 9pm.

Saturday was fine. I had a few small contractions, but that is normal. Aaron and I stayed busy- After a quick trip to the doctors office to make sure everything was fine, I ran to IF had lunch with my high school girlfriends and then we took the kids to carve pumpkins with my Aunts kids. They loved it. And for dinner, we had a BBQ with our Bishop and a few people from the ward.

Sunday... where do I begin. I couldn't sleep. I kept having weird pains and having the urge to go to the bathroom. At 3am, I gave up- grabbed a blanket and pillow and headed to the living room. I put in a movie and my pains got bad. They were so bad I couldn't stand it. I woke up Aaron and sat on the floor and cried until our friends got here at 4am. Thanks so much to Phil and Meggie for staying with our kids so we could head to the hospital. I don't know how to explain what happened at the hospital, except for lots of walking the halls, contractions that would get hard and then go away, having to urinate and not being able to and weird back and abdominal pain. None the less, at 9:15am, they sent us home. I just wasn't progressing. It was such a weird experience. With my other kids, it was easy. I always knew when I was in labor. I went in and left with the baby. I am confused about this one. Even the nurse told us as we left that she would bet that we would be back that night, but everything stopped.

So here I am. Monday after a crazy weekend. No baby- which, I can handle. I have just under two weeks left until my due date, and I didn't expect it to come early anyway. What I can't handle is the constant urge to go pee. It never went away. It feels very similar to a urinary tract infection but at the hospital, they checked me for that. So, the doctor just insisted that the baby is so low that it is pushing on things. I can't handle it and Aaron has been teasing me about the trips to the bathroom about every two minutes. So, that is what I got out of this weekend. What feels like an infection. Lucky me.

Oh, and those REALLY sore calf muscles from hours of walking the hospital halls.