You know what's fun?
It's going to the hospital for a routine non-stress test and then being admitted to the hospital because your stress test wasn't so 'non'.
High amniotic fluids measure at 25.
Last week I measured 28.
This week...40 something.
"Noelle, do you feel that contraction?" the nurse asked?
A few minutes later, "Noelle, did you feel that one?"
And then 20 minutes later the nurse comes in and says, "Okay, we're checking you in to labor and delivery for a little while so that they can monitor you and see if you're dilating."
I called Jason once I was in the gown and in bed and said, "Remember how I said you didn't need to come with me this morning because it wasn't a big deal?" and then I burst in to tears. I was still crying when the new nurse came in.
"Oh why are you crying?" the nurse wanted to know.
The easier question would have been why was I not crying? I was crying because I was tired, and scared, and sick of not knowing and worrying and and and...oh, and I'm as large as a house.
It was a rough few minutes.
At the end of my little stay in the hospital it was determined that I am having contractions, they are not very strong nor consistent, but they are happening. My cervix looks good which means that as of today I'm not yet on bed rest, although she let me know that I had rules...very strict rules.
And as a final good measure I got a big fat shot of steroids...not for me but for Miss Emily's lungs. Because, unless something miraculous happens, it's not a matter of IF I'll go into pre-term labor but WHEN. A uterus can only take so much fluid did you know? I asked "do the steroids help with heart growth too?" They don't. That would be too simple...and do I need to remind you that I can't go into pre-term labor? You know, because of the fact that Emily's heart has to have as much of a chance of developing as possible...
Oh...there is this...the nurse was amazed at how stretch-mark free my stomach is considering that it's the size of a cow...
At least I've got that going for me.
PS. For the love of Walley...would three of you just push follow to get me out of the 297 range? Please?