~ Labor or not Labor?
Well, it's been an eventful week or so.
Week 37 began with contractions. And not just your ordinary Braxton Hicks ones, either. We're talking fairly painful ones every 5-15 minutes for 15 hours straight. Last Friday, at 37w1d, I thought we were about to be spending our last Friday night baby-less.
And then just like they started, they stopped. Completely. No sign of them again.
Until Saturday morning, when they started up more painful but even more irregular. They lasted all day, until we decided to get out of the house and go to a Fall Festival near our house. They stopped again after a bit of walking, and never returned again. By that night, I was so frustrated, I had a complete meltdown. Still convinced they'd start up again in the night, we went to bed hopeful.
They didn't -- in fact, they didn't start again until Monday morning around 4 a.m. when they were painful enough to wake me up -- nearly bad enough for me to need to breathe through. They lasted for two hours this way, every 10 minutes -- but just as our alarms were going off around 6:15, they stopped, so there was no point in Justin staying home from work.
Believe me -- I was BEYOND frustrated at this point. Especially when they didn't begin again until Wednesday morning. My mom called and said, "get dressed, we're walking." Now, by this point, I had tried everything else. I made and consumed an eggplant parmesan chock full of basil and oregano (labor-inducing herbs!), baked and ate "labor cookies" packed with cloves and cayenne, spent two days trying to stimulate my nipples with my breastpump (I did pump about 2 ounces of colostrum, however!), ate evening primrose oil caplets like it was candy, got a foot massage, and begged my husband to have sex with me (let's face it, I didn't really have to beg, but it sounded more desperate that way, didn't it?).
So my mom and I walked for hours on Wednesday, chugging smoothies and trekking through the mall. No baby. Plenty of contractions, no progress.
Thursday morning I went to the doctor, where I was told I was 1 cm dilated and "not very effaced." In retrospect, it's possible that the female midwife who checked me 2 weeks ago and the male OB who checked me yesterday have different sized fingers and possibly gauge dilation a little bit differently, but I was told two weeks ago that I was 2 cm/40%! You can imagine how I felt walking out of there. No progress -- I'm regressing?! Am I really UN-dilating??
So here we are today. I am still having the contractions, but I have ceased timing them. I am giving it up at this point. I can't really handle it anymore, so I won't start timing and tracking them until I actually do have to breathe through them. They will need to really start hurting a LOT before I pay them any more attention. In the meantime, I'm trying to keep busy organizing my computer's photo albums, doing whatever laundry I can find, and cooking. Hopefully, we'll have a baby in our arms soon!
Over and out . . .