My doctor's appointment was worthless. I expected her to check my progress, talk about what might have caused the pain that sent us to the hospital on Saturday, maybe, you know, tell us about the test results from last week. Nope. She listened to his heartbeat and peaced it out. Well, she did take the time to tell us that she probably wouldn't be at the delivery--not because she is going on vacation, but because she's just so busy...Awesome. I wish we would have gone with Dr. Avery. He's wonderful. If you ever need an OBGYN in Tuscaloosa, you won't find a more personable, comforting person in town. He's like...a Santa Jesus who delivers babies. We love him.
So, the hospital trip on Saturday. I woke up at 1:30. Dry heaving. I woke up dry heaving. It was awful. I had an intense, painful pressure in the bottom of my rib cage, as if my bones were cracking. I could barely breathe, and each contraction made it so much harder and more painful. We were told to go to the hospital we planned to deliver at just in case I was in labor, so that's what we did. By the time we got there, my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. But then they stopped about an hour later. The pressure/pain in my chest hasn't gone away, but it does go through lulls, and that's pretty much when I try to sleep. The only things that really help are showers and back rubs. I guess it's just my giant baby squishing my insides, but it's intense.
On a positive note, my stretchmarks don't hurt any more. On a gross and weird note, they're scabbing over. Yep, that can happen.
God, this sounds terrible. :hugs:
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