This is my blog of all the crazy that was this weekend.
Disclaimer: Before I go into the madness, I have to say that my sister is amazing. The shower went perfectly, even though we had to make many last minute changes. The room was decorated perfectly, the food process was organized flawlessly and I could honestly say “I have no idea” to questions like “Where do you want the diapers?” and “What kind of juice is this?” (This is a big deal coming from a control freak like me!) I also want to say that my parents, who were not there (keep reading to find out why!) did so much and Scott and I were both devesated that they couldn’t make it. My father in law and his wife were crucial to the day, making the delicious (so I hear… I can’t eat anything!) teriyaki chicken and helping with so much more. My Aunt Alina and all the Cuban family who jumped in to set up, clean up and handle stuff. And every single one of our friends and family, who despite all the changes in plans and crazy weather, made it out and celebrated with us. It meant so much to Scott and me!
Now for what else was going on!
Friday afternoon I had a non-stress test monitoring appointment, and while I was hooked up to the monitors I was contracting every 5 minutes. It’s terribly difficult to say the difference between a Braxton Hicks contraction (a “practice” contraction) and a labor contraction, unless you’re the one feeling it. And since I’ve never felt a labor contraction, I have little to compare it to. Because I am only 35 weeks, and still a bit to early to consider “term”, they said while they wouldn’t stop me if I go into labor, they would prefer that I didn’t. So I was ordered on bed rest all weekend, until my next appointment Monday morning. I am still contracting every 5 minutes – most of them are not painful, just tight and uncomfortable, but I can definitely tell you I am experiencing some new senstations I’ve never felt before! This kid may come any time!
I spent all day Saturday bossing Scott around (God bless my amazing husband) who was putting together nursery furniture and cleaning the house, and keepng me fed and well hydrated (rule #2 of bed rest). I hate bed rest. Sitting still is not in my nature, especially when there are things to do! My sister was coming down Saturday night so she could be ready for the shower. At about 8pm my phone rang and Scott answered and mouthed to me “She’s on the side of the road with the fire department!”
My sister, who had borrowed her boyfriend’s car, had thought it was overheating so she pulled over on the 15 freeway. While she was sitting in the car on the phone, a fire truck pulled up and told her to get out of her car, because it was on fire! Thank God, they put it out quickly and no one was injured. We came to get her at about 8:25. By 10:45 the tow truck finally showed up and we got to go home. Chad, her boyfriend, met us at our apartment (or well, waited outside our apartment for 2 hours for us) and by the time we all ate and unwound, it was late.
Sunday morning I was still praying it wouldn’t rain. I got up and it didn’t look so bad. It was 8:45 am and I already had 2 texts and a voicemail asking me what to do about the rain and the baby shower. By 10 am, I had about 7. All the while I’m trying to not go into labor. Not to mention, “Can someone get my clothes out of the dryer?” and “I dropped my phone, can someone pick it up for me?” (No bending. Rule #3 of bed rest) and I have to pee every 12 seconds because I’m staying hydrated (Keep your bladder empty – rule #4 of bed rest). It was chaos to say the least. By 11, so many people had cancelled (most for good reasons) and it was getting windier by the minute so we just decided to call the game and head indoors.
This bummed me out for several reasons: First, we had planned a co-ed shower so that Scott and his friends could be involved. We had planned volleyball, three legged races, beer chugging, all kinds of great outdoor activities. And instead, we made a bunch of men come to a baby shower to sit there and stare at baby gifts. I am eternally sorry, and so so grateful to all the guys who came out. So is Scott; he really had a great time with all his friends. Second, being in the room left little reason to get up and socialize, and I was stuck in a chair all day so I barely got to talk to anyone, except those who came up to see me and chat (which I greatly appreciate).
Amongst all the chaos, my parents got a flat tire in San Bernardino (2 hours away) and were trying to find a tire place open on a Sunday. They went to Sam’s Club and waited (Lord help them), with my sister’s two smallest kids, the potato salad, and some other food dishes. If anyone lives near my parents and wants potato salad they have enough for 50 people!
We got to the church and everything was great. A few people didn’t receive the notice about change of location so we had some issues to resolve. I had a point where I was very overwhelmed by too much at a time, other than that, it was great. We received so many beautiful and thoughtful gifts. We have so many diapers I don’t even know where to put them! My parents were never able to make it – they didn’t leave Sam’s Club until 3pm. I know my mom is just as sad as I am about that.
We finally got home that night by 5 – my mother in law and her husband helped us bring all the gifts home – thank goodness for a truck! And Tina and Chad had to rush out to make it to the mechanic for their car. I was exhausted and really hadn’t eaten much all day. Between stress, anxiety, contractions, and not being able to have fat, I didn’t really have an appetite for much of anything. Scott made me some soup and then I went on Facebook, only to find out that our best friends and their daughters were harrassed at gun point on their drive home! Every one was okay, but shaken up, and I still can’t believe this happened to them.
I started feeling worse and all of sudden found myself throwing up and “seeing stars,” thinking I was going to black out. My whole body hurt and I couldn’t tell if it was contractions or just pain or what. Scott and I honestly thought I was going into labor. After about 30 minutes of resting and getting something in my stomach, I felt better and was finally able to sleep.
Annnnnnnnd now it’s Monday morning. I have two doctors appointments today: one surgical consult and one monitoring appointment. I hope the monitoring appointment goes well. I am not sure what that means… I know the baby is fine. I just really would like to not have contractions every 5 minutes for the next 5 weeks.
So … is the baby coming soon?