Welp, that was embarrassing.
Not really, but it was a nice slice of not-yet-be-patient-pie.
Yes. It happened. Last night I did what I swore I would never do and joined the ranks of preggos who have at one time or another had a false alarm and been turned away from the hospital.
I'll keep this short and sweet.
Yesterday, around 4, I was taking a little bathroom break (TMI? Maybe I should just start prefacing all my posts with that. After all, I'm two days away from being 40 weeks preggo...I think TMI comes with the territory). Anyway, I stood up and felt a "gush." I haven't had any bladder incontinence during the past 9 3/4 months so it caught me off guard. I told Ben who adorably and immediately said we should go to the hospital, but I decided to ignore my doctor-hubby's orders and turned to the all-knowing Google. Never one to fail on search results, she advised that I lay down for an hour, see what happens, and then call my doctor. So, I quickly vacuumed the kitchen and living room (priorities, my friends), took a shower, and laid down for a little cat nap.
Anyway, after about 45 minutes and a few more Google searches, we decided to give the on-call nurse a ring. After hearing my little tale, she said to go to the hospital just to be sure since you need to have the baby within 24 hours of your water breaking. Better safe than sorry is always my motto, so I felt that she was probably right. Even though I was 99.9% sure I'd be coming home that evening. Still, there was that little glimmer of hope (darn you Google) that this miiiiight be the time.
So, I waddled into the bathroom to start doing my hair and makeup (once again, priorities). By the time I had plugged in my straightener, I turned around to see Ben completely ready to go with his shoes on and study materials in hand. I'm pretty sure that if I didn't stop him he would have been in the car and down the street without me.
I assured him that it was probably a false alarm and to just relax while I took my sweet little time fixing my hair and putting on some makeup.
I grabbed my hospital bag, threw in my slippers and some other stuff, and was finally ready to go.
This is the part of this story where my heart breaks. When Trudy saw my little suitcase she got sooooooooo excited. Roadtrip! I have never felt such brute strength as she tried to get past us in the doorway to the garage.
She thought we were leaving without her and she was not having it one little bit. Not gonna lie...it made me tear up. I genuinely like her than most people I encounter and to see her little heart so nervous that she was being left behind just broke mine.
|Can we say puppy dog eyes? So sad!|
So, we headed to the hospital. I had no idea where I was going, nor had I looked into it since I knew that Ben knew his way around. We got checked in relatively fast, they hooked me up to some monitors, did the little test, asked me a ton of questions, and then after about 45 minutes said that it wasn't time.
*cue sad trombone*
Actually, they were impressed that I hadn't been in before then since it was my first pregnancy and I was so far along. Apparently they have "regulars." Crazy ladies.
So, we headed out, got some Chili's to mend my wounds, and came back home much to Trudy's delight.
I was actually kinda glad that it wasn't go-time just yet since I still had one little project that I wanted to do in the nursery (and totally accomplished last night).
The only reason I wish we could have stayed (besides getting to meet our little gal, of course), was so that we could have watched the Golden Globes. I don't often miss having cable, but awards season does make me wish that we had it.
So, that is the story of our false alarm. Hopefully it's the only one.
Over and Out,