I'm up early with the cats today...or, I guess I should say, I've been up since around 2:30 am. I went to bed super-early last night, being completely exhausted and all around bored.
Shortly after midnight the top of my uterus started bunching up near where the kid has his feet stationed. It felt sort of like he was trying to rotate his body straight up and down, placing his feet right between my breasts where they've never been. For those of you who do not know what this feels like, imagine a square-shaped peg being smooshed into a triangle-shaped hole: something has to give way. Anyway, I'm not physically large enough to accomodate the position it felt like he was trying to take, so it hurt like hell.
I got up and squatted on the toilet for a while to relieve some of the pressure and eventually his feet returned to their 10 o'clock location.
Over the next four hours or so, that little foot bump turned into minute-long contractions radiating off my right side. They've stopped now, but my back is killing me. I'm afraid to go back to bed as every time I lay on my side they come back.
At one point I was in such distress that I was going to take a shower and head towards the hospital, knowing full well that unless I demand to be admitted and induced they'd probably send me home to labor. I was dealing with the kind of pain that makes you contort your lips into odd shapes and curl your fingers and toes until they cramp in protest.
I have a 9:15 prenatal appointment. It's 5:18 right now, so I assume I can make it that long without crying like a little bitch. If when I go in I'm told that I'm indeed in early labor and dilated enough for admission, I swear to God I'm going to punt my purse and do a damn happy dance. If this is "false" labor, or "pre"labor, then they'd better go ahead and administer the epidural right now because this ain't pleasant.
Posted by Tiffany at November 10, 2006 05:26 AM | TrackBack