What do you do...

...on a Sunday morning when you've suddenly found out that none of your church shoes really fit anymore due to the fact that your feet and ankles now look like little melons?

34 Weeks

I had my doctors appointment yesterday. He didn't necessarily put me on bed rest, since I'm past the major danger zone. Most babies born after 34 weeks generally do just fine. But a few more weeks would be better, so I'm on a take-it-easy rest. He doesn't want me up and moving around for more than 20-30 minutes at a time with out taking a break to sit down. Just need to hang on to this baby for another few weeks...

False Alarm

We had a bit of a freak out session last night. All day long I had been having contractions, some Braxton-Hicks and some a little more painful. I didn't pay them much attention at first, and we just went about our normal Saturday. But by about 5 o'clock they starting picking up the pace and really hurting. Alan started timing them, and after having 7 or 8 in about 45 minutes, we decided it was time to call my doctor. Luckily he was the on-call doctor for the night, so that was comforting. He told us to head straight for Labor and Delivery at the hospital and have them call him when we got there.

Right as we left the apartment, the BYU-Utah basketball game ended, so we had to sit in traffic for a while. That's a really good feeling, let me tell you. It took us so long to get to the hospital that my doctor was calling to see what was going on. We finally made it and they got me in and strapped up to all the monitors.

Anyway, long story short, they gave me a shot of something that starts with a 'B' to slow the contractions and ran a bunch of test to see what caused me to start contracting so much. I wasn't dialated yet, which was a good sign. Every other test came back negative, kinda good in that it meant I didn't have a infection or anything like that, but still a little frustrating in that it didn't give any answers. There was one test that kept coming back 'invalid', and that was the one that could tell with 99% accuracy if I would deliver within 2 weeks or not. But since the contractions had stopped and my next doctors appointment is in a few days, they sent us home. They might try and repeat the test at my appointment, but we'll just have to wait and see.

All the while our little girl was just as happy as a clam. Her heart rate was wonderful, and as soon as the contractions stopped she started kicking and dancing up a storm.

So that's how we spent our Saturday night together. Not my first choice in activities, but at least it turned out alright in the end.

Soothing Voice

Most every night as we're laying down to go to sleep is when our little chickadee decides its time to wake up. Some nights she's not too bad, but most of the time she acts like a little tempest, giving my insides quite the thrashing. Needless to say it's rather hard to fall asleep when I've got a little person tap dancing around inside. I've tried all sorts of things to try and calm her down, changing positions, getting up and walking around, going to the bathroom, getting a drink, talking to her, rubbing my stomach...nothing worked.

Until one night when I was fed up with it and Alan was being kept awake by my constant rolling around, he decided it was time for a little heart to heart. He crawled under the covers, laid his head on my tummy and very sweetly explained to our daughter that this was bedtime and that it was time to sleep and that we all needed to get some sleep and she needed to start learning now that at nighttime we sleep, and on and on. For the first time ever she settled down and I was able to fall asleep. Now every night when she starts up her little tantrum, all it takes is a little conversation from Alan and she lets me sleep.

Hmmm...

This seems to happen every time I cook something now a days... Maybe I should start wearing an apron.

The Little Engine That Could

It just keeps going and going and going... That is one resilient little car. We had a bit of a scare this week thinking it was finally giving up the ghost. It was having problems starting (but not the same problem that everyone else was having) and we thought it might have kicked the bucket. Still having faith in our little car, we took it to the mechanic to get it diagnosed, preparing ourselves that the cost to fix it would be more expensive than what the car is worth (which isn't much at this point). But lo and behold, the problem was only one itty-bitty little wire that connected the air temperature sensor to the engine. It was such a simple fix that they wouldn't even charge us for the parts. Such a good little car...

In other news... Cousin Kaytie had her baby shower this weekend! Here's a picture of the two of us for mom. She is just a week ahead of me, so its kinda a race to see who can pop their kid out first. :) It was nice to hang out with Beth and Tricia too. I'd forgotten how much fun the May kids are.

9 More weeks to go...

30 Weeks

Getting bigger and bigger everyday. I have doctor appointments every two weeks now, so we'll get an update on her progress on Friday. Things are starting to get pretty...uncomfortable. Sleep is harder to come by. My hip muscles and joints are streching out, and thats always an interesting experience. Only 7 more weeks til I can start wishing she comes out in ernest (after 37 weeks she's counted as a full term birth and not premature). Here's another picture for mom. :)