Well, I've been at my folks more the past two weeks more than I have in a long time. Basically after my brother got home from a.i.t, I dropped (baby settled into my pelvis). I was fine with that, less heartburn, more peeing; but last week, I went into a false labor at 12:00 in the morning. Oi! That was an adventure!
So, Nate and I decided that I should have someone close by, just in case he really decides to to pop. So most of last week, I was with either my Grammy, my dad, or B when I wasn't with Nate.
Oh, but the fun doesn't end there: Monday morning (around12:30) I started having contractions again. I figured that they would just go away, so I went to the family room and put in a movie to distract me. Half way through, it was getting harder to concentrate on Hairspray and by 3:30 I was so tired and frustrated, I woke up Nate, just for support. When the lights went on, my lips were white apparently, a good sign of dehydration. So we called the Dr. and explained the contraction thing-y and was told to come in to see if baby was okay.
Apparently dehydration causes contractions. After watching how baby was doing and getting some water in me (it was bad enough that I needed an IV) we were sent home, yet again, to wait. Fun fun.
At least I got a cool water jug out of the deal. It holds ruffly 900 cc (30oz) and I was instructed to drink at least three of the jugs a day to ward off dehydration again.
I'm so ready to have this baby! Unless you're a mom, you have no idea how uncomfortable I am and how anxious I am to meet him.