Tuesday afternoon, I had my first false labor ever. I've never had false labor. It sucks. When I thought the baby was coming, all of a sudden adrenaline shot through my body and I began to shake from head to toe. I was excited and ready to go. My husband jumped up and starting doing what husbands do when they know their wife is about to give birth. He was going to make sure I made it to the hospital no matter what. We got the kids ready to go and told them to go outside and play. For some reason, the contractions were not progressing. I thought it was odd and decided to pace for a while hoping that would help things along. The boys came in to eat hot dogs and went out again. Still nothing was really happening. So, I decided to eat something since I hadn't eaten since breakfast. After that, the contractions were gone for good. That left us all utterly depressed. I was hoping to finally hold this little baby, my husband was hoping to meet him, too, of course, but also to get out of work, and the boys were hoping to get out of school. Ever since then, they've all been staring at my stomach and making comments such as, "I hope the baby comes soon," "You need to get up and start walking," "When is he coming?" I jokingly become irate with them all saying, "I'M the one who has had this baby in me for NINE MONTHS and I am more than ready for him to come out!" Just a few more days and I will be 39 weeks. That's when Aidan had decided to join us. If this baby decides to wait longer than that, I'm going to the hospital, bang on the doors, and demand that they do something. It's hard not to go insane with the waiting when I get a whiff of baby lotion or Dreft. Watching baby stories on TLC, is just stupid. As I see the baby lifted and put on the mother's stomach, I want to shake my fists at the TV and growl in the agony of impatience. I know I will call myself an idiot when I am going through the nightmare of pain bringing this child into this world, but that will only be for a short while. I keep telling myself, "Soon. Soon he will be here." It just better be before Thanksgiving.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the
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