I've spent my entire Friday laying on the couch, chugging water, feeling like crud because I've had Braxton Hicks contractions that last an hour at a time, all day long, starting last night before bed. I called the doctor and they told me to drink water, which I've already done, and lay on my side, which I've already done, and time the dumb things, even though it's dang near impossible to time a BH contraction that lasts an entire hour long without a break. These stupid BH contractions have made me grumpy, sick, and miserable all day today. But yet I feel like when people ask how I'm doing, I'm supposed to just smile and say, "Fine" so I don't scare anyone away with the truth of how much I hate this all. At this point, I would kill for a "normal" pregnancy, and am so ridiculously jealous of everyone who hasn't had to deal with all this. I know whining and complaining and being jealous is not attractive, but that's the least of my concerns right now. It's just me being honest.
Edited to add: On the plus side, the nurses at the Labor and Delivery Triage are awesome! And the contractions weren't productive at all, just annoying, so no immediate danger of Coco being born in the next few days! I apparently just have an irritable uterus that wants to freak out all the time. Also, file it away that the best time to go to the ER is on a holiday weekend, since most people go either right before the weekend, or the night before they head back to school/work, so they don't interrupt their weekends. Only the people who actually need something bother going in!
Hang in there! I guess that's really all I can say. Hang in there :)
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