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Yesterday I had my weekly OB visit. Based on the exam, the doctor told me that I’m near delivery and that he wouldn’t be surprised at all if I went into labor by the evening (sorry y’all, but I’m not comfortable sharing details about dilation, etc. right here on the internet). So when the contractions started later, I got excited.
We went to bed, and when I woke up the first time, I realized the contractions had stopped. Grr. I was really hoping! Then come morning, when they started again and were coming every 6 minutes, I started getting really excited. I called my doctor and they wanted me to come in. Stephen took the day off work (the van has a flat tire right now so until we can get it fixed, we’re down to the one vehicle) and took me to the office. He was just as excited as I was – he is so excited to meet this baby!
In the practice I go to, patients see whichever doctor is on call. I was pleased that I was able to see the same doctor that saw me yesterday. He told me that there was no change so far, but to come back in a few hours to be checked again.
We went back later, and again there was no change. I was very disappointed, but not surprised since the contractions had backed off again in between visits.
I told Stephen I felt like the little boy who cried, “wolf” too many times – I didn’t want people to think I was just making things up. Even the nurse was really nice about it, telling me that that happens pretty often with first pregnancies. Maybe it has something to do with not knowing what “real” labor really feels like. . .all I know is that when I was having contractions 6 minutes apart for two hours. . .that seemed pretty real to me!
So we sit back and continue to wait. I’m 38 1/2 weeks now, so not much longer either way. But I sure was disappointed to find out I was wrong!
My husband just cracks me up though. He told me Sunday night that instead of buying me flowers when the baby arrives, he’s going to buy me a broom and a mop. Today he was making me walk laps around the car before we left for the doctor – to “get the labor going.” I love how he makes me laugh!