L & D (or How I Spent Last Friday)

Friday at work I noticed that I was having quite frequent contractions.  I've been down this road before with the old Braxton Hicks so at first I wasn't too concerned.  But then, they changed.  They were not painful at all, but they were different and uncomfortable.   (I wonder if the way I think of italicized words in my head translates to you dudes when you read my blog.  Or if you're all like, WTF, why does she always uses italics?)  So I started timing them.  My doctors office has told me to head to labor and delivery if I have more than 4 contractions in an hour (or is it 6?)  Can't remember, but I had 10 in an hour.  Which seemed like a lot.  So I decided to go get checked out.

I was totally fine and not really worried but when I told my boss I had to go to the hospital, he got all concerned and asked if I was ok and gave me a hug.  So then I started crying.  I don't even know why.  I wasn't really upset.  I guess I'm just a cryer.  Then he was convinced that I couldn't drive myself to the hospital, so a team was recruited to get me and my car there.  2 of my work pals took me and on the way, I couldn't get in touch with Hubs because he was in a meeting.  The girls didn't want to leave me at the hospital alone, so they stayed with me for a bit and got to hear my entire medical history, including the last time I had intercourse.  (P.S.  I love the word "intercourse.")

As it turns out, my cervix wasn't dilating, so they weren't overly concerned.  They did give me some meds to slow the contractions and I was there for a few hours to be monitored then sent home with no restrictions. 

Look baby, I don't even have any diapers for you yet, your bedroom has no curtains, it's snowing today, I need to work for a few more weeks, and you are just not old enough to come out yet.  So calm down and hang in there a few more weeks until everyone is ready for you to come out.  And by everyone, I mean me.  K thanks.