Another snow week, another rescheduled appointment. This time I scheduled it BEFORE the storm hit. I had yet another non stress test, and everything was fine, but they typically take me off the test early because of how often he moves and they couldn't this time. He has to move 3 times during the 20 minute test. He usually gets there in less than 10 minutes. This time the doctor came in after 10 minutes expecting to take me off early as usual and he had to do a double take. Biscuit was not cooperating, so we had to complete the whole 20 minutes. Luckily he started to dance when the doctor checked on us the first time so we passed. Dr. Gunter told us that if I went in to labor now he wouldn't stop it, which is wonderful news. It means the threat of hospitalized bed rest is off the table, minus the possibility of getting the flu. (Get your shots, people. Not just for you, but also for the people around you.) We discussed my concerns, which used to be of having a too tiny baby, but now has morphed in to worrying about carrying the baby to term and having a gigantor baby. He said not to worry, and that he expects me to have an average sized baby. I'm still wary, seeing as how he now weighs around 6.5 pounds and if he stays in until the original due date that gives him 5 more weeks to grow at what could be as much as half a pound a week!
After our appointment Michael headed to work, only to be let out at 1pm and get caught in the snowpocolypse traffic. He finally finished his typical 20 minute commute at 4:30. He did get the day off the next day, which was nice, but he was up at normal time to head to work Friday morning.
Friday evening was a very interesting evening for us. My Braxton Hicks contractions have been really amping up lately and Dr. Gunter told us to call the Labor line if I had more than 6 an hour. While I was relaxing on the couch watching Iron Chef America I realized that I was having quite a few contractions. Between 7pm and 8pm I hadn't counted regularly, but it seemed like more than 6. So I counted from 8pm to 9pm and got to 5, and a couple of them were painful and definitely felt like Biscuit was pushing down. So I counted again from 9pm to 10pm and had TEN contractions! Only 3 or 4 had pain and pressure, though. Just to be on the safe side we called the Labor line and the nurse had Dr. Anderson call us back. Dr. Anderson is the most relaxed and carefree of all the doctors. We talked and he said, "You should probably just take a benedryl and go to sleep. If the contractions keep you up, call back." So I went to bed but did not take a benedryl. I thought I was tired enough to not need it. I was wrong. The contractions did slow down when I got in bed but they didn't go away. When I finally drifted off I ended up waking up every hour with another contraction, but one an hour does not a baby make so we stayed home. I am still having dozens of Braxton Hicks contractions a day, but the real labor contractions only come every 1 to 2 hours, so for now we wait.
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