We had a little scare on Friday. I started having contractions in the early afternoon. They continued for a few hours and became somewhat regular by 5. JD and I went to the hospital to get checked out. Of course, once we got there and the nurses started monitoring me, everything stopped. Which is good, obviously, but it made me feel kind of silly, like maybe all of those cramps and tightening in my belly were really in my head. They weren't, although I felt like I cried wolf. After 3 hours of being watched, we finally got to go home. But not before we made a mockery of disposable hospital garb.
This photo screams "mature adult."
This photo is JD's attempt to show our family via text message that I'm out of the woods, except he forgot to add the caption so everyone just got a weird photo of me with a forest in the background and a bright light coming from my head. Sadly, our family has come to accept this as normal behavior from us and no one questioned either photo.
I promise we take Penelope's and my health very seriously. But after 3 hours of solitary confinement and nothing but our cellphones to entertain us, we stooped to a new level of ridiculousness.
Weight gain: I have no clue. I weighed once last week but it was not good news so I haven't done it again. I have my 24 week appointment tomorrow so I will have to face the music then. Dun dun dun.
Movement: Yes! Penelope bounced my cellphone off of my belly last night. Girlfriend is working those kicks into overtime.
Cravings: Tomatoes and cheese. And brownies.
Best moment this week: Not going into preterm labor. Praise God.
Gender: Still a girl. The ultrasound this morning confirmed it.
Labor signs: Too many for my liking.
What I miss: Sleeping on my belly.
What I'm looking forward to: Hearing good news at my appointment tomorrow.
Weekly wisdom: Maybe I am overdoing some things and need to take it easy and accept the help that is offered to me. Maybe.
Milestones: We have visible belly movement.