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Because life was too calm...

Because my life was too calm, something had to happen. I awoke this morning to contraction-like tension in my lower pelvis. This tension is/was not painful, but present and constant. I finally called the doctor at 9:00 only to hear the words bedrest and liquids. Great. They think I am dehydrated which caused contractions. I laid around all morning and afternoon feeling fine. The baby is kicking and moving around, which alleviated much of my worry. However, I went to pick up Claire and was upright for all of 10 minutes or so feeling contractions again. We came home and I called again. I am back in bed with poor Claire by my side. Thankfully all the entertainment she needs can fit in the bed with us, so she is perfectly content. If things don't improve tomorrow morning, I need to go see the doctor. Keeping my fingers crossed. It is much too early for this kind of drama.

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Erin said…
I hope that you are ok! I just realized I don't have your cell phone number and didn't want to call the house since its 8:30pm. Please email me your phone number so that I can give you a call (to check on you) and to set up a get together.
Unknown said…
Thanks. I am fine. One more day on bedrest, but I don't think a doctor's visit is in order. I think my kids just like a little bit of drama. I was bedridden for a short period of time with Claire as well. They must already be competing as it was the exact same week although not the same time in my pregnancy. Good things to come!
Anonymous said…
Oh my goodness! BEDREST! I know how much you enjoy PJ days! It isn't as much fun with a busy 1 year old I am sure! I love ya--let me know if there is anything I can do!

Love ya,
Jessica
Anonymous said…
If it makes you feel any better I had contractions beginning at 30 weeks pretty consistently and for the remainder of my pregnancy. They went nowhere just Foster's way of keeping me awake even in utero. Hope that's the case for you too ( the going nowhere part, not the sleepless part)!
April said…
Uff dah! As they say back home, I hope tomorrow's a better day!

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