I'm two days shy of being 33 weeks along. How can I possibly gain any more weight? Wow! I think my belly will just be like a balloon and pop with pressure here pretty soon. Belly Butter by Burt's Bees has been my best friend. Even if the stuff doesn't work, I still use it religiously. I just keep telling myself it's doing something. My doctor keeps telling me, as I'm having meltdowns in her office, that my weight gain is fine and I need to stop worrying about it. Me? Stop worrying? Haha...that's funny. It is just so hard for me to jump on the scale and not feel like I'm going to hurt the thing. I'm still working out and eating pretty good, (if Michael would stop bringing those delicious pies home!) but it's hard to not see results like I used to. Okay, yes, I know it will get better all in due time.
I keep saying that if I knew this baby was healthy and at a good weight, please feel free to deliver early. I think by me saying this, I sort of jinxed myself last night. It was very ironic, because Michael and I went to our first child birthing class, which to say the least, was very interesting. I really think I could have gone without seeing someone giving birth to their baby and placenta. OH MY LORD! Okay, I'm calm. We learned about how to time contractions and what labor was going to be like. Well, to my surprise, around 10pm last night, I start having major contractions. This can't be happening! He hasn't even dropped yet! Stay in there, I was just joking! These contractions were not like the Braxton Hicks that I have had before. They kept getting more and more intense. After an hour of having them, Michael started timing them. They lasted for 3 hours and ended up sometimes being 2 minutes apart. Stay, Davis, stay! Bake a little longer, boy! Michael ended up calling labor and delivery to see what we should do while trying to stay calm. They told me to take a warm bath and take Tylenol PM, lay on my left side and see if they get worse. That Tylenol PM knocked me out, and plus it was 2am. I was still having a few contractions, but I was so tired that I just passed out...almost in the bathtub.
So, needless to say, I won't be working out today by doctor's orders and keeping my feet up. I feel like a whale from all of the 4th of July grub. After last night, I'm wondering what the real thing will be like. That was more than likely nothing, so I have a feeling I'm in for it! Plus, to make matters even better, I found out that if I've taken my blood thinner shot that day of delivery, I can not have an epidural. Are you serious? I have no pain tolerance, so that should be interesting. If there is a saint for pain, I need to look it up and start praying to them! :)