Bedrest v2.0: now with contractions

I swear, every weekend, it's something new with this pregnancy.

Saturday, I started with some weird crampy-type feelings in the later afternoon. I didn't feel like my uterus was getting hard during these cramps, but my sister convinced me to tell the nurse anyway.

So they hook me up to a monitor and sure as shit, I am having contractions.

The doctor came in and called it "irritable uterus" and they said I need to drink more water and lie on my left side. They don't seem terribly concerned and said unless they start coming every five minutes for an hour, they are not strong enough to send me into labor.

When we started paying attention, I had them at 8:45, 8:50, 9:00 and 9:25. So not regular at all.

It's kind of like a bus schedule. Never regular, and when you least expect it to arrive, it shows up and splashes you with muddy water from a puddle.

Today I had my weekly dildocam session. I measured 1.6, but am soft and my membranes occasionally dip down to my stitches. So, length is the same as last week (crappy in the grand scheme of cervical thickness), but dynamic, and I have to stay here.

The doctor said the bedrest is doing me a world of good and I am handling it great.

I like to be rewarded for good behavior. But no reward for being good for the last 10 days. I want to go home and look at my new fence. I want to sleep in my own bed with my husband. I want to watch HBO. Bah.

Maybe next week. Ha. Ha ha ha ha. HaHA.

So we stay. And stew. I mean that literally as it is roughly 6,381 degrees in this room. I feel like I am cooking. They are fattening me up with all this food three times a day and waiting for me to get nice and plump so they can eat me for Thanksgiving.