I was this close *hold up two swollen, stubby fingers an inch apart* from going to the hospital yesterday.
I went to my sweet cousins wedding.
She's very tall. So is her new husband. So are her 6 sisters.
I am not tall.
More to the point. I had the worst contractions YET, as one of my cousins Abbie had predicted. It sucked butt. I popped my drugs and laid down and waited for death. Instead I slept.
I cling to the ol' "This too shall pass," like it's a bloody life-line. But lately I feel my hand slipping. This feels like it will never pass. But then , that could just be the last 24 weeks talking...Or it could be that I'm nearly 31 weeks pregnant and any woman 31 weeks pregnant feels like there is no light at the end of the tunnel but more pain and a lot of blood.
(Time to go stalking those new born pictures again, I think...)
I have 6 weeks 3 days left of 'bed rest' and I am determined to make it until then. I'm just gonna need a lot of cheesecake between now and then.