False alarms

The baby definitely keeps me on my toes in wonder of what is going on in my body, but I can’t blame the baby on this one. On Thursday at around midnight I was abruptly awaken by an intense pain, after hardly sleeping after two hours I decided to wake up Luke (who is the greatest husband, he definitley takes care of me when I’m sick). We tried to go back to sleep after I threw up (I thought I had food poisoning) and still was restless and in pain. I tend to be kind of a sissy when it comes to pain and I’ve self-diagnosed myself as a hypochondriac, so I let it continue until 3:30pm on Friday when I decided that over 12 hours of the same pain was ridiculous and I wasn’t going to wait any longer for the doctor to call. I started to think that I was going into early labor which panicked me the most. I guess there are some perks to being pregnant because when I got to the ER to get checked out, they paid attention to me quicker than I expected. I had an IV and some pain killers in me within 30 minutes of arriving; they had already taken a urine and blood sample and checked the baby to make sure he/she was doing okay. As a mother-in-the-making, I knew that the baby was at least alive because it was kicking me and moving more than it had before. Around this time Luke’s parents showed up (at that point I had been alone because Luke was in Spokane for football, he was frantically trying to get a ride home to Yakima, and spent the majority of the first quarter coaching on the sideline with his cell phone glued to his ears getting updates on me) and they were preparing to move me upstairs. The ER nurse had said earlier that if I were to go upstairs it would be a better indicator that it was more serious. I about lost it once they started rolling me upstairs, I started shaking and crying harder and once I saw that room 401 was a Labor Evaluation room, I thought for sure I was going to have this baby. The nurse was telling me to breathe and all I could think is “lady, I don’t know the correct way to breathe, I haven’t taken the class because I wasn’t expecting to give birth this early” and then my thoughts jumped to how Brianne (a friend from school) has been telling me to set up the birthing classes with her and I hadn’t yet…but now I will. Another nurse came in to check my cervix and said that I wasn't dilated and that I wasn’t going into labor. FEWY!!! Then the kidney stone option seemed more likely, and it was a kidney stone which was very painful and most likely-thanks to me for not drinking enough water. I still haven’t seen that I’ve passed it, so it makes me think that I passed it sometime at the hospital before they have me the strainer. The doctor said that the pain I felt is pretty close to labor pains, so as much as it sucked to go through, I got a good idea of what to expect or do differently when the baby comes, like: what it feels like for an IV to be in my arm (and next time to tell them to do it on the left arm), that I need something more attractive to wear than the hospital gown, people are going to freely be poking and touching me in private places and that I need to remain calm in the midst of it all and breathe (yeah right). Although I would have like to bypass this experience, it was nice having my mom in town and thankfully she and Scott helped put together the house. It’s defiantly livable but not complete. So there’s an update on us, we are a week away (and so anxious) until we find out what we are having. I was surprised to see that the votes for girl or boy were so close, but we’ll have the answer in 7 days. I’d also like to say thank you to all the people who were praying and checking in on me! I love you all