Ahh, pregnancy. Sunday night, I woke up at 0345 having a contraction. I assumed it was a Braxton Hicks and started to drift off to sleep. After about 6 in the next hour, every 20 minutes and then 7 mintues apart, I started timing them around 0500. They were getting harder and were occuring every 7-12 minutes, mainly every 7 minutes. Hmm...timed contractions that weren't going away after 4 glasses of water and lying on my left side. I woke Andy and we called our doctor. He told me to meet him at the office at 0800. So we got up and showered and headed to the doctor's office along with my Daddy, leaving Christopher with DeDa and Megan.
By the time I got to the office, I thought they might be letting up a little, but I hadn't really been timing them since I got out of bed. When I saw the doctor, at about 0830, the last two had been 20 minutes apart again. Yeah! Anyway, he did some tests, and PTL...nothing indicated I was in labor despite all the contractions. One of the tests he ran even came back negative, with a 99% accuracy that the baby won't come in the next 2 weeks. That was relieving.
Anyway, he said it was probably just my uterus acting up as the progesterone from my shots wore off, since I take them every Wednesday. I asked how I was supposed to tell the difference between timed Braxton Hicks contractions that wouldn't stop and labor. The answer: "You can't. This might just become a ritual for us where you end up in my office every Monday until the baby is born." Yeah! Oh well...a trip to the doctor once a week is no big deal...we're just very thankful everything still looked good and this baby has decided it likes the uterus and will stay there for now. Thanks to all of you who are praying with us...we greatly covet and appreciate your prayers.
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