Dear Friends and Family,
Originally, the plan was to spend the weekend scurrying to finish Pioneer's room so that we could travel the next three weekends. Well, we all know how that turned out. With the pressure off, we took is easy while still making progress.
Saturday morning we woke early and went to check mail. It was raining. And, along the way, I began to feel some abdominal tightening - not contractions, but definitely not Pioneer. We started noting the times. We picked up some groceries at the Mexican supermarket and some bread at the bakery. And, by the time we got home Mr. mouse was anxious enough to call the doctor's office. And, they told us head to the hospital. Needless to say, anxiety levels were running high on both sides.
We got to the hospital and went to register. And, there were other expectant parents there. And, my only thought was, My God, Pioneer is too small to be born; these women were huge compared to me.
We went upstairs and they hooked me up to a fetal monitor to track Pioneer's heartbeat and to see if I was having contractions. Fortunately, Pioneer was doing fine and my "contractions" were short enough to slip under the radar. (Note: contractions last 45-60 seconds, mine were only lasting 10-15 seconds. Which leads me to wonder... if it's possible to mistake "fake" labor for true labor, is it also possible to mistake true labor for "fake?")
They did an ultrasound and Pioneer was head down for the day. A vaginal exam confirmed that I was still 0.5 cm dilated. And, three hours later they released us from the hospital. We headed down to Chinatown to eat and then home for the evening.
After a couple hours of rest and reading, we went shopping for black out curtains for Pioneer's room. My sister said black oak tag would work in a pinch, but Mr. mouse wanted something a little nicer than black oak tag. We found some chocolate brown, suede, black out curtains at Bed Bath and Beyond. Eight 20% off coupons and two stores later, we came home and turned in for the night. Just for fun, we slept in the basement. We've decided it's the quietest and coziest room in the house - probably because it's half buried and has carpeting.
Sunday, we woke to the lovely pitter patter of rain, in the house, and set up our buckets. It was raining cats and dogs. We spent the day working on Pioneer's room - hanging the curtains, fixing the light, hanging some art work, assembling the crib and emptying one of our dressers and moving it over. Mr. mouse did all of the heavy lifting since he didn't want me straining any more than necessary.
The room looks good. It's the nicest room in the house, by far. Still have odds and ends we need to take care of. But, it's beginning to look like a nursery.
And, now, I get to look forward to driving every day which will put a crimp on my reading schedule. Sigh. Two weeks to get to 32 weeks.
I'm taking it in chunks.
Cheers!
mouse
Originally, the plan was to spend the weekend scurrying to finish Pioneer's room so that we could travel the next three weekends. Well, we all know how that turned out. With the pressure off, we took is easy while still making progress.
Saturday morning we woke early and went to check mail. It was raining. And, along the way, I began to feel some abdominal tightening - not contractions, but definitely not Pioneer. We started noting the times. We picked up some groceries at the Mexican supermarket and some bread at the bakery. And, by the time we got home Mr. mouse was anxious enough to call the doctor's office. And, they told us head to the hospital. Needless to say, anxiety levels were running high on both sides.
We got to the hospital and went to register. And, there were other expectant parents there. And, my only thought was, My God, Pioneer is too small to be born; these women were huge compared to me.
We went upstairs and they hooked me up to a fetal monitor to track Pioneer's heartbeat and to see if I was having contractions. Fortunately, Pioneer was doing fine and my "contractions" were short enough to slip under the radar. (Note: contractions last 45-60 seconds, mine were only lasting 10-15 seconds. Which leads me to wonder... if it's possible to mistake "fake" labor for true labor, is it also possible to mistake true labor for "fake?")
They did an ultrasound and Pioneer was head down for the day. A vaginal exam confirmed that I was still 0.5 cm dilated. And, three hours later they released us from the hospital. We headed down to Chinatown to eat and then home for the evening.
After a couple hours of rest and reading, we went shopping for black out curtains for Pioneer's room. My sister said black oak tag would work in a pinch, but Mr. mouse wanted something a little nicer than black oak tag. We found some chocolate brown, suede, black out curtains at Bed Bath and Beyond. Eight 20% off coupons and two stores later, we came home and turned in for the night. Just for fun, we slept in the basement. We've decided it's the quietest and coziest room in the house - probably because it's half buried and has carpeting.
Sunday, we woke to the lovely pitter patter of rain, in the house, and set up our buckets. It was raining cats and dogs. We spent the day working on Pioneer's room - hanging the curtains, fixing the light, hanging some art work, assembling the crib and emptying one of our dressers and moving it over. Mr. mouse did all of the heavy lifting since he didn't want me straining any more than necessary.
The room looks good. It's the nicest room in the house, by far. Still have odds and ends we need to take care of. But, it's beginning to look like a nursery.
And, now, I get to look forward to driving every day which will put a crimp on my reading schedule. Sigh. Two weeks to get to 32 weeks.
I'm taking it in chunks.
- 2 weeks - for lung development
- 2 weeks - to the point where people panic less
- 3 weeks - to get to full term
- and 3 weeks - to get to the full 40
Cheers!
mouse
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