Spent 24 hours in the hospital this weekend. I was having some nasty contractions and stomach cramping Friday afternoon and evening, and they hauled my butt in to make sure Andrew wasn't trying to show up a couple weeks early. On the way into the hospital, we had to pull over so I could toss my cookies in a spectacular fashion not seen since February. Andrew looked to be OK, heartbeat a little fast, and my cervix wasn't dilated, but it was starting to efface. But, there was the problem of my rising temperature and inability to keep anything in my tummy. So in the hospital I stayed. And the weaker I got, the more pissy Drew got. Everytime I had to get up to use the bathroom, Andrew's heartrate would plummet down to 70. As soon as I was settled back in bed, it would got back up to the slightly elevated 170 that was the product of my hight temp (never broke 100.4, but that's pretty high for me).
So Mark and I got to experience what it's like to have an extended stay in Labor & Delivery. He got to experience the couch-bed, and I got to appreciate why the beds in L&D aren't designed for resting sick folks but for women in active labor. The only time I've been on a more uncomfortable surface was when I was stuck on that friggin' backboard in the emergency room after my accident in April.
I'm still feeling icky, running at 50% at best, but I have no more vacation days or paid leave to draw from. So I'm at work, trying to force myself through four hours at least so I can chip away at the other four during the rest of the week and hopefully not have to come in on the weekend to make up the rest of the time. One day, I'm sure I'll be able to look back at this non-complicated pregnancy during which my baby has shown nothing but the best of health and laugh at all the silly minor things I've had to suffer through that are in no way connected to me being pregnant but that have managed to all hit during these nine months. I can't think of another year when I've had to deal with so many random illness and health issues. To give you some hint of how Murphy is running amok in my life, the last time I had a stomach virus like this weekend was over ten years ago. I'm now at 35 weeks, and I'm really hoping that I'll stay in the clear of all this random stuff until Andrew's ready to come on out.