It seems after not writing for several days that I would have tons to write about. However, this weekend really consisted of alot of waiting & wondering. As you've been reading I'm real interested in getting this birth on. To be a "normal" person again would be fantastic. Saturday, Mike & I took Couragito & Roccosani to the dog park. We really weren't sure when we'd be able to take them again & I thought the walking might be helpful in bringing on the big event. Well Sunday I woke up & I was still pregnant but the boys seemed happy.
Sunday was 9/11 as everyone knows. Mike was real worried about my having the baby on that date. I guess he didn't want his child to have to grow up with his birthday always being in the shadow of such a horrible day. I understood that, & 9/11 would not have been my preference on a birthday. If it was between the baby being born & not being born though, I may have leaned towards being born & coming up w/something like "beautiful miracle" happening on the anniversary or something. By afternoon I knew we didn't have to worry and we took the boys for a walk & maybe we'd be able to shoot for 9/12.
Last night was rough. I had problems going to sleep, I was up about every 30min, Rooney was moving all over & finally around 3am I started having what I thought were "contractions". It was kind of exciting & of course scary. I tried to still get sleep, because they advise that, & the "contractions" were erratic so I was pretty sure any birth would be a while. Although I have not ever had contractions before & I was still trying to get back to sleep I was also trying to time the contractions as best as I could. Once they were more regular I thought I'd wake Mike up. It was 4-something in the morning now, still too early to call my sis, so I laid there, counted & actually eventually fell back to sleep. When I woke up @ 8am, no contractions and no baby I realized I had "false labor". I can't tell you how disappointed I am.
I thought I'd be holding my son now, my legs were already shaved & Mike would have been well rested. Seems last night would have been a great night to have a baby.
At 26 weeks pregnant I started this blog for my son Rooney. The plan was to document feelings, body changes and eventually to share pictures of our son with friends and family. 4 years later, with the addition of Rooney's little sister, Ailbe, we are now sharing the lives of our 2 kiddos. I'm not sure how long this blog will go on for but as long as people are reading we'll keep posting.
1 comment:
Don't sell yourself short - there's no such thing as "false" labor. This is the pre-stages of labor and your body and Rooney's body are just doing a little practicing. You're getting there. Maybe this site will help: http://www.askdrsears.com/html/1/T010900.asp
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