Nursery?!?

When I came home from work Monday night I found my husband in Jake's room painting. He had cleared everything out and was actually painting. Sadly some of the items are now stacked in my dining room and pretty much everything else is neatly pushed against a wall in the "family room" in our basement. So he still has to get the office cleaned out of his boxes of wires and junk, but we have made tremendous progress! The painting isn't finished yet, but the walls seem to be sucking the paint up like you wouldn't believe.

The bad thing was that when I came home on Monday I was having contractions every three minutes. I had a very hard and busy day at work and I didn't get out until 8pm. When I was changing my clothes to leave I realized that the contractions were close and then as I walked out to my car I realized they were regular. I knew I had been working too hard and had not had the opportunity to drink at all. I came home and laid back in the recliner with two giant glasses of water. I waited 45 minutes but things weren't slowing down. The only thing that seemed to change was that after the initial start of the contraction I couldn't tell as easily when it ended. So my husband was freaking out (I think he really wanted to stop painting for the night). I called the doctor's office and the PA on call told me to come in. I had three contractions walking into the hospital from the parking lot and I know it didn't take more than 5 minutes to do that. I went straight to OB and they had me change and took a urine sample and chatted with me for some time before they hooked me up to a monitor. As this is happening, the contractions are almost stopping. I only had two for them. So I just had to lay in their bed for about two hours and drink their water and then I got to go home. They gave us a tour of the unit because we aren't taking any classes and my husband has never been there before, at least not to the labor and delivery area, nursery, and NICU. He has visited new babies before, but I think he looked at it differently.

At least I filled out a ton of paperwork that had to be done sometime. My husband was almost mad when we got there and things stopped. I almost yelled at him that that was in fact a GOOD thing! He straightened up then. So then on the walk out I had two more contractions. Then when I took the dog out when I came home I had two more. There seems to be a common theme here... So when I finally sat down and ate dinner well after 11pm they stopped for the night.

I didn't see a doctor that night because I obviously didn't need one, but the nurses had to talk to the OB on call about me. It wasn't the my doctor, but one of his partners and obviously someone I know and trust. He came and talked to me yesterday and asked if I have had my cervix checked and I said told him I haven't. He asked when my last ultrasound was and said that he thought it would be a good idea if I maybe got an ultrasound to check my cervix. I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to know what it showed. But he didn't tell me what I should do. He asked again when my next appointment was and I told him and he let me go.

So I thought about it yesterday and worried a bit. Then today I have had quite a few contractions but with no regularity. So I told the midwife that was assisting in surgery with yet another doctor today what he said when she was scrubbing her hands. I told her that I probably wasn't taking it serious enough. She told me to call and talk to one of the nurses and they would see what he wanted me to do. Well, they are having me come in tomorrow morning for an ultrasound. I am a little scared. I have so much work to do and we can't afford for me to be off work already. It will eat into my time with the baby. But, the baby isn't ready to come out yet. I have so many things at work that I need to accomplish before I do go on maternity leave. My boss is REALLY hindering me on getting them done too. We have so many really serious things going on at work that my issues are important to her. Well, when I am gone and she wouldn't deal with me, they too will become a really big deal. Then it will be my fault though. I am terribly frustrated, stressed, and worried about it. That isn't going to help keep him in there!