It's my second pregnancy. I know how it started and I know how it will end. So how is it that I have had not one, but TWO false alarms?! I called the labor and delivery nurse at 2am on a Friday night because I thought I had sprung a leak. That was how it started with Jack. I went to the hospital fully expecting to see a positive result on the amniotic fluid test - meaning that I would be un-pregnant in a matter of hours.
WRONG! Not sure exactly what was 'leaking' out of me, but it wasn't amniotic fluid. Soooooo I went home a few hours later mildly embarrassed.
Fast forward 9 days. I woke up on Sunday just shy of 38 weeks pregnant. I announce to the world (Facebook) that I am going to get all sorts of things done. But none of it happens - I preferred to lay on the couch. I just felt off, icky, not myself. I had little painless contractions off and on all day, nausea, period like cramps, back pain and eventually I started getting hot flashes. After some prompting from my husband and mother, I decide to call the nurseline.
Of course they tell me to come in and of course I do it. Guess what? Apparently I'm just a big whiney baby this time around because whatever uncomfortable symptoms I was suffering from weren't even enough to dialate me any further than the week before. SO DISAPPOINTING. They monitored me and baby and we were home about two hours later. Now my embarrassment was gigantic. Twice?! How could I NOT know twice that I was NOT in any type of labor?
I decided against telling anyone about my second false alarm. I breeze into work on Monday morning and respond cheerily to the inevitable 'How was your weekend?'. I do not mention my hospital visit. An hour or so later my boss walks by and says 'Well I didn't expect to see you this morning. I was driving past the hospital last night and saw you were there!'
I'd been caught. Then I had to confess to the others listening that yes, indeed, I had my second 'false alarm' last night. *Sigh* I was 'small-towned'. Who would guess that I'd be spotted at the hospital at 7pm on a Sunday night? It never would have happened in the big city. But I'm learning that in a small town, keeping a secret is harder work. *smiles*
Here's to hoping that my next visit to the hospital really does result in a baby. After all, everyone says you won't be pregnant forever. Sometimes though - I have my doubts ;)
On a completely different note - I was featured at Savvy.mn last Monday! Check it out if you haven't yet! Savvy.MN - Blog of the Week - ArtsyNina