Nothing like L&D on a Wednesday night

Yes, you read that right. I had my first trip to L&D yesterday, at only 25 weeks! That's a new record, even for me. And it's all because I am a dumbass.

Anyone who knows me well knows what a spectacular klutz I am, and I'm even more so when I'm pregnant. Yesterday was no exception, when I jammed the edge of our laundry basket so hard into my belly that it took my breath away. I could explain how I did it, but it's just stupid and reinforces my total lack of grace, so I will refrain. Let's just say it hurt and so I called my doctor to see if they wanted me to come in or not.

Of course they wanted me to come in (they are nothing if not overcautious, which is why I like them so much) so they could hook me on the monitor to see if I was contracting. Mike and Ev came with me, and while I was chilling on the monitor for half an hour, they went to Burger King for chicken nuggets and Playland. I figured they would see I was fine, check the heartbeat, and send me on my way. But it turned out I was contracting, so after my time was up the nurse decided I needed to go across the street to be admitted to L&D.

This completely unwound me, and when Mike pulled into the parking lot to pick me up I started to cry. I think that scared the crap out of him, but I explained what was going on and we put a plan into action. After a quick call to my mom to see if she could come get Evan (she could, thank God), I was up on the 5th floor in one of those cute little gowns with the monitor on my belly again. If you've ever seen one of these monitors, they have two belts that go around your belly--one that monitors contractions, and one that monitors baby's hearbeat. But I'm not even far along enough for them to be able to monitor the heartbeat on one of those things--so they just took a quick heart check with the doppler. That really scared me, because then I realized how early I really was--I mean, 30 weeks is one thing, but 25 is a road I didn't really want to walk down.

Luckily, everything was fine. I didn't contract anymore while I was in the hospital, and they did bloodwork and a sonogram and everything checked out there too. We also got further penis confirmation with the sono, so I feel a little more confident about that blue stuff I bought! I was in the hospital for just under 4 hours total, which wasn't bad at all. The nurses were lovely and the food menu didn't look awful, so I'm not dreading delivery time as much anymore (I had Ev at Hamot, so I've had no experience with stuff at St. V's).

It was nice to know that all is well, and hopefully it was just an isolated incident. I'm supposed to take it easy and be extra careful, which I'm sure Mike will make sure I do. Let's hope I'm not back in there for another few weeks at least.