I am NOT going to labor and delivery again until I am in labor... I said that the last time, and yesterday, I spent 2 hours there... Two hours while my friends were at my house listening to an obnoxious woman talk about jewelry. I planned this jewelry party months ago, and was so excited to be having it! My house was clean, I felt pretty good, all was great! My bf came over early and helped me shop. I bought alcoholic beverages (I didn't get carded, though:() Conferences are over, hooray!
Last night, I'm sitting with my friends and my mom asks if the baby has been moving. I told her not really, but figure its b/c I've been on the go constantly. I start poking at my belly. Nothing. I went to the bathroom. Nothing. I went into the other room and laid on the floor. Nothing. I drank an entire Pepsi. Nothing. I am starting to get really scared. I called the doctor's office and the midwife calls me back within minutes. Labor and delivery, she says. My mom asks if I want her to take me and I tell her I don't really want to go alone. She gets the car and I loose it. My bf was wonderful and told me to just pray, and that she would pray. My mom and I drove all the way to the hospital holding hands. I kept saying "she has to be okay"! My heart was pounding and I was shaking.
We finally get to the hospital and they wisk me right into a room. They still make me pee in a cup and put on a gown. I want to scream and yell and tell them to just hook me up to a monitor NOW. Finally, they do, and I hear the most beautiful sound... the horse galloping sound of Baby's heart. I start to cry again, just out of relief.
All is well, baby is doing great, and Idon't think she has STOPPED moving today!! :)
My mom assures me that this is just her way of preparing us for all the worrying we will do throughout her lifetime.
Life is precious... I can't believe how much I love this baby girl already!!