TMI does not stand for Too Much Ice Cream

You can never have too much ice cream...

So I have officially for reals this time had to listen to the doctor, the nurse, and the midwife. 

Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, eh?

 Last week I spent a whole day with the midwife in labor and delivery. I had to call Mike from work and go to the hospital. I felt absolutely ridiculous and really badly making Mike leave work, but I followed orders and my midwife was glad I did. She needed to know what was going on, and apparently baby girl wants to come early.

As I sat in the cab on the way to the hospital taking "Labor Stop" every 15 minutes, it all became very real. At some point this baby will be coming out of me. I will be a mother. Passing the buildings and unfamiliar overpasses, I realized this is our home right now. This is where our little girl will be born. Mike and I will be parents, and it's up to us to look after this child.

I'm not saying it didn't become real months ago when I found out I was pregnant, or when my belly button popped, or when my legs were spread wide for the cervix check in the bedroom with the midwife. Yeah if things weren't real by then, they sure as heck got real there! But it all just hit me. It wasn't until I saw the baby's face on the monitor later at the hospital, that I really fell in love. This is my child and I must do everything I can to keep her safe. It made me so excited seeing her beautiful little face, I could hardly stand it!

I've surprised myself with how relaxed I've been through this pregnancy though. I think knowing that you can only do so much and also not really knowing anything at all kind of helps. I have been stressed with The move, interviewing midwives, transferring records, finding hospitals and trying to find a birthing class, but I think that has had me too busy to really take it all in.

As I laid at the hospital with straps across me monitoring my contractions and the babies heartbeat, It was really good to hear the nurse tell me that I am indeed having real labor contractions. It's good to be reassured that you aren't completely crazy sometimes. I was sent down to have an ultrasound to make sure I wasn't dilating, and while I wasn't glad to be there under such circumstances, it was so great to see our chubby cheeked baby girl up on the monitor! She was cracking us up with her big cheeks and puckered lips. And of course she had the hiccups, because she always has the hiccups. But she was blinking and looking around and absolutely beautiful. I still pictured her like the tiny little babe from our 20 week ultrasound. She looked so different now! I wasn't dilated, I got to see her cute face, and I was ready to go home.

When we got back up to the room and I told the doctor everything was good, she still wanted to check me one more time now that it had been a while. I didn't think I needed to, nor did I want to. But I pulled my skinny jeans down and spread those knees again. Who's idea was it to wear skinny jeans anyway? Worst idea ever!

She checked me, and my cervix had opened more, which is not so good. What this means is that my body is saying I'm ready to have my baby! But my body is a liar. It's not ready to have this baby. This mama ain't ready to have this baby! So the pain I'm feeling with my contractions is from my cervix opening up. From what I understand, When the cervix opens enough you lose that mucus plug that's somehow keeping that baby inside of you and you start dilating! Sooo absolutely gross but also exciting, when you aren't still six weeks away from your due date!

So bed rest. That's where I am now. And what do I do when put on bed rest? I don't see my bed. I decided before the pain got too painful to handle, I better try to finish up some things before I couldn't. Which I quickly realized was a very dumb thing to do as I sat in the shower, shaking from the lighting bolt pain shooting up between my legs. This post is just chuck full of TMI. Like I said, things are getting real over here.

So here is the dresser I've been turning TV Stand, and the ottoman I've been recovering. They both are still only half done, but half is better than not half! I worked on those as much as I could Sunday night, and Monday I totally learned why I shouldn't have been an idiot. And it wasn't just because I was trying to hurry and messed up my corners, lol.

Grocery shopping, working on projects, going for a walk... all bad ideas when you've been told by a doctor, a nurse, and a midwife (there's that bad joke again) to stay down. As I laid on the bed with my legs crossed ever so tightly because I was sure she was going to fall out at any given moment, I reconsidered my decisions, and have given in.

If you need me, I'll be the scary lady on the bed, wearing the sexy sweats. I mean my very expensive recreation clothes.