The past few days have been a little rough. Around a week ago I started noticing I was having a few more contractions than usual. I knew I’d been contracting for a few weeks because my nurses had always pointed it out during my nonstress tests, but I hadn’t been able to feel it, and they didn’t seem worried about it. When I asked my doctor about it he said to come in if I was having contractions too strong to talk through for over an hour, and otherwise not to worry about them. I was a little surprised by that, but I know how to follow straight forward directions, so I appreciated that. So I already knew not to worry about feeling a few more contractions than usual. But come on. It’s me. I couldn’t completely ignore it. Part of me started wondering if we’d have these babies for Father’s Day. But then I remembered how early they’d be and their risk of NICU time, and I thought it’d be alright if they didn’t come quite yet.
Monday was our next appointment. That morning I woke up at 6:30 am to go to the bathroom and lost what I thought might be part of my mucus plug. Afterwards I noticed walking was a little more difficult. Of course I couldn’t go back to sleep. The appointment started about two hours later, and I just lay in bed wondering if today would be the day. We started with an ultrasound and the tech asked how dilated I was. I said I didn’t know. I hadn’t been checked. She said, “Maybe they’ll check you today.” Read More