For those that follow me on Twitter, you already know this, but for those that don’t, here’s the details of my afternoon as it relates to this completely hyperactive kid in my belleh.

I left work at 3:30 because I was having bad pains low in my abdomen and in my back. I debated calling the Dr’s office for fear of being labeled that woman-that-calls-with-a-hangnail, but after consulting with my own emergency pregnancy team, I decided I’d feel better after I just talked to a nurse. I left a message and got a call back within five minutes. I relayed my symptoms (It kinda feels like I have a belt on that keeps getting tighter and tighter. I’m nauseous. My back is killing me.) and only started to panic when she asked me how far away I was from their office (Um. An hour?). She put me on hold – another not normal sign – and when she came back, told me to come in so they could put me on the monitor. I tracked down Boss to let him know and left.

Exactly an hour later I was in the Fetal Monitoring room and could feel my pulse throbbing outside of my body. I tried to feign being calm, but I don’t think the nurse bought it. She was REALLY nice. Finally, a win. A nurse in the practice I actually liked. We got set up with the two circle things attached to my belly and she turned on the machine. The baby did NOT like the monitor thing squishing her. She kicked it the entire time. Eventually they had to move it off of her and into a different place on my belly so that she would calm down and get her heart rate to return to baseline, which it did when they moved it. After about 30 minutes, aside from her being a total wiggle worm, they said everything looked okay. The conclusion was that the small contraction like pains I was feeling could be my uterus in trauma from stretching or could be due to the humidity and slight dehydration. I showed her my 32oz water bottle which I was on my second for the day and it was half gone, but she said that pregnant women dehydrate as fast as infants and with the humidity, their office had been getting many of these types of calls this week.

So tonight she said to take some Tylenol to see if that helps the pain (ie: it could be muscular), drink a TON and stay laying on my left side on the couch. She comforted me about calling them if anything seems worse or if I stop feeling the baby move. She also said it would be a good idea for me to work from home tomorrow in case I need to come back in. It’s probably more of a comfort for me than the fact that they’re really concerned about something and I would much rather be just down the road instead of being an hour away. She was by far the nicest nurse I’d seen there. She also reviewed the monitor print outs with my favorite doctor before I left and he signed off as well. I took comfort in that too. AND, she did a urine test to rule out a possible UTI which was negative. She was thorough and didn’t just blow me off which made me a LOT more relaxed.

I was home by 5:30 and had set up camp on the couch with my water bottle refilled, a million pillows to keep me propped on my left side and a couple cats that were TOTALLY confused as to why I was home so early. EHH was home by 7 with dinner and the only time I’ve gotten up has been to pee.

So that wasn’t one of the 10 things on my list of things to blog about today, but I felt like I should explain for people that might’ve seen a tweet or two and panicked. Bottom line, we’re fine and just taking it easy for a couple days. The other thing that’s comforting is because I went in, the doctors are on top of things now should anything else arise. I’m glad I got over my fear of being labeled the hypochondriac and called.

Something less heavy tomorrow. Promise.

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