Hard Times

I've said it a million times....this pregnancy has been really really really hard.  This week was no exception.  Last Thursday night I started feeling a lot of pain.  I'll spare you the details but Friday morning I woke up hardly being able to walk.  I thought I probably had a bladder infection and called my doctor..They were concerned and sent me to the hospital.  I was there for 3 hours so they could monitor the baby and run some tests.  My urine came back showing a slight infection but everything else looked normal.  They checked me to be sure I wasn't dilated and in labor...Luckily I wasn't.  The doctor gave me some antibiotics and told me to take it easy.  Sooo I did.  I felt a little better on Saturday so that night we decided to run to the mall for a minute.  I walked to 2 stores and regreted it.  I dropped Brett and Hayden off at home and went straight to my friends to stay at their house while their kids slept so they could have a date.  I laid on the couch reading my book and started having contractions 5 minutes apart.  They lasted almost an hour and then tapered off.  SCARY!  I've been back into the doctor 2 more times since because the pain is just too much.  I can't do anything without A LOT of pain.  I have been really taking it easy (as easy as you can with a crazy 2 year old haha).  Woke up Wednesday feeling pretty good, dropped Hayden off at playgroup and decided to go to the grocery store.  It took everything in me not to leave the store crying.  It FINALLY hit me that I really really have to just take it easy.

I haven't had contractions like I was having so the concern isn't as great but am not well pleased that I still have 7 weeks and am struggling this bad.  Starting Monday I am booked with hair every day (M-Thurs) until April 7th.  Oh man I hope I can do it.  I'm hoping taking it easy this weekend will be enough but know I can't push myself if it's not.

With all of this said, it's always amazing how I can call my mom to complain and she brings me back to reality.  Don't get me wrong, she is sympathetic and loving but always helps me find the positive in all of my grief and doesn't let me dwell in it.  Sooooo here's to finding the positive, praying for some relief and keeping this little one in me for at least 5 more weeks :)  I'm grateful for such wonderful family and friends who have kept me in their prayers!