We had a pretty exciting Monday evening. Thought 3.0 was coming and got to do the middle of the night run to the hospital and everything. But alas, here it is Thursday, I’m 39 weeks along, and I’m still pregnant.

It started around the twins’ bedtime, when I just wasn’t feeling well. I was going to make dinner for Don and myself, but told him I felt like I needed to sit down for a few minutes first. Within about 45 minutes, I had a full blown stomach issue going on with vomiting and diarrhea and that led to some contractions. At first they were irregular, but by 11:30 they were steady every 3-6 minutes, my stomach wouldn’t stop, and I was really thinking this was it. Don was great – from when I first told him I was concerned, he cleaned the whole house, installed the infant seat in the car, helped me pack a bag, and kept checking on me. We finally called my dad and Nancy around midnight or so and asked them to come out because the OB on call had told me to come into the hospital. It was Don’s biggest worry that we’d need someone in the middle of the night, but thankfully they came through for us in a huge way. By the time they got here and we got to the hospital, I think it was almost 2 am. They hooked me up to monitors and did an internal. When the nurse told me my cervix was still high and closed, I knew this wasn’t real labor and felt terrible for keeping Don up all night, making my Dad and Nancy drive to us in the middle of the night, and basically I felt like a dumbass who couldn’t tell real labor from something fake.

But, as it turned out, the baby’s heartrate was dropping after each contraction, so they decided to give me IV fluids and some oxygen to see if that would help. They also had me flipping from my right side to my left and back again depending on what his reactions were. If he hadn’t improved, they’d have done a c-section Tuesday morning. Finally by about 6:30, the doctor was happy with his heartrate and we were sent home, doing the walk of shame from the hospital with no baby. We were home in time for Don to be here to wake up with the twins – he only got maybe 30 more minutes sleep than me, but was a saint and let me go to bed when we got home. The doctor released me back to regular activity with instructions to stay hydrated, which has been hard. I still feel completely nauseated and am having stomach issues, and some contractions again today.

I can only hope this is gearing up for the real thing very soon. I never thought I’d say that, but although I’m not ready to be done being pregnant, I am ready to be done being THIS pregnant, if that makes sense. I could be 25 weeks forever, but 39 is kicking my ass. I’m a little worried that if he wasn’t tolerating the contractions the other night, that he might not tolerate labor well and I might end up with another c-section instead of a VBAC, but as long as he gets here safe and sound, that’s what matters most. So let’s all just hold hands and send good quick labor thoughts to me, ok?