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So much to report from the weekend...

First, we had a nice little visit to Labor and Delivery this weekend. I mean really, it just wouldn't be fun without a little drama would it?

I was lying on the couch minding my own business Saturday evening, when I started having crampy, stabbing-painish type contractions. I counted 8 in 20 minutes, so I called Josh (who had been out at a basketball game and having dinner with his friends). I told him I would call him back and let him know how many more I had in the next 20 minutes, when I counted another 7 in 15 minutes and called the on-call doc. Had some more for a grand total of 22 in an hour. Mmmmmm, fun.

All the while, lying on my side drinking 32 ounces of water, which is what they tell you to do and see if they go away. Mine, alas, did not.

So of course they have me come in. They put me on the monitor and I have 10 in an hour, so they start an IV, even though they know I was hydrated, and added Indocin to my current Procardia.

They did a swab and I tested positive for BV, a bacterial infection common in pregnant women. Moe fun! Since BV can cause PTL and weaken the bag of waters, they were glad to catch it. So they got me started on an antibiotic as well.

They normally send women home after this, but the doctor said because I have the cerclage, they wanted to keep me overnight. I wailed that my baby shower was Sunday and they asked what time and when I said 1 p.m., the doc said they would have me out in time.

So up to perinatal surveillance I went again, where I spent the night and was released at 9:30 a.m. Josh was so pleased to sleep in his favorite pullout chair/bed. No, really. Loved. Since I was being monitored the whole night, I could not share with him and he was in worse shape that I was.

After I was released, I rested for a bit at home, then showered and got ready for the shower.

It was so awesome and I loved it. My sister-in-law Marnie (Hi Marn! -- here's your shout out you always ask for) threw it at her house, so I was able to recline on a chaise sofa and eat and chat and open my gifts. It was so nice to see people I have not seen in the last three months and our friends and family were ridiculously generous and my mom went way out of control and gave us about 5,852 outfits, in addition to her other gifts. Can you say "first-time grandma?"

We also got a ton of awesome stuff that I have no idea what to do with -- what does one DO with a Diaper Genie? What about a wipes warmer? Can I use it to heat up cocoa?

I was ridiculously happy that I was able to attend after all the problems I have had. I told my mom and my mother-in-law weeks ago that it was the one thing I had to look forward to and I would be there no matter what, wearing the one super cute/expensive maternity shirt I had -- they of course rolled their eyes and said "sure, sure," thinking I would still be in the hospital!

Ha ha -- I showed them all. I gestated this child past anyone's expectations and now everyone must bow down and pay homage to the cuteness of this maternity shirt. Not to mention the reverance we must all have for the pregnancy rack.

MY GOD, put those things away. It's like Pamela Anderson has invaded and as someone never afraid to show off the ole' chest, I am flaunting it. For your inspection, I present the seven-months-pregnant me...