Adam and I were just a couple weeks away from our wedding day when we learned we were expecting little A. We were planning to start TTC right after that anyway so we were thrilled to be pregnant. We decided to wait and announce it once the wedding and honeymoon was over - we didn't want it to take away from our day; we wanted to celebrate US. We knew there would be questions and that some of our family might think we were stupid for wanting a baby right away.
Besides having terrible morning sickness - a million times worse than I did with BK or Lily... everything was going great. We had our first ultrasound and saw that tiny heartbeat and felt like finally we were all a family; the baby somehow solidified this permanent bond between us all. The first 18 weeks were uneventful, other than a constant morning sickness that kept me pretty much contained to the house the majority of the day. However, after 18 weeks I started to feel better and gain some weight. At 20 weeks, I complained to the doctor that I was having a lot of pressure down there and what seemed like too many Braxton-Hicks contractions for how early it was in the pregnancy. I went to Labor and Delivery where we learned I was dilated to 2 and contracting. They gave me injections to stop the contractions and things finally settled down. My OB is not a big believer in bedrest because he says the stress (especially when you have other children) outweighs the potential benefits - particularly if you're already dilated. So he advised me to rest, no heavy lifting, etc. and just keep an eye on things. Everything stayed the same until week 30 when I told him the cramping and contractions were pretty much constant every night. I was told that there was no change and my cervix, though open, was nice and long. So my appts became every 2 weeks just in case... but at my 32 week appointment everything looked the same, even though I was having terrible contractions almost all day and night, they didn't seem to be changing my cervix. Tuesday, November 9 (34 weeks, 3 days) I woke up and felt like the baby was 'falling out'. It was the strangest sensation and worried me - So I bugged the doctor again. He told me if my contractions got closer together to just go ahead to L & D to get checked out. All day things were constant and Adam was in a text messaging frenzy at work asking how I was doing and if I was okay. They were about 5-6 min apart and strong enough to make me stop and wait them out. Finally, he got home from work and I told him I thought we should go pack a bag... We did and got to St Joes around 7pm.
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