Sunday marked 20 weeks for me!! HOORAY. I've really been looking forward to this mile marker for the longest time and I'm so happy it's finally here!
Monday we had our big 20 week ultrasound, where we found out we are growing the healthiest of babies! The ultrasound went really well and everything looks great and the baby is measuring the tiniest bit big- which made me happy. The sonographer also said he has really long legs, so hopefully we're growing a future NBA star! :)
Basically the appointment on Monday went as well as I could have hoped and I was so giddy and excited the rest of the day because I felt like I could finally relax for a bit and not worry quite so much about the health of this baby.
Which is why when I woke up early this morning in the worst pain thus far in my life, I was a bit concerned. I woke up around 6 am, which is when Andrew leaves for work and I had what a lot of people call "lightning crotch" (Just look it up.) It didn't worry me too much until I stood up to go to the bathroom and I felt the most insaaaaane pressure on the lady bits. (Sorry, dad. Just tryin' to tell the story.) I literally felt like the baby was about to drop out of my body. I looked it up online and saw that this is quite frequent if your baby is really low sitting, which I know mine to be. So once again- not worried. I laid back down in bed and tried to get back to sleep but the pressure kept getting worse and worse and the "lightning crotch" didn't go away. I tried every position ever, trying to get comfy and relieve the pain, but to no avail.
Two hours passed and the pain was still getting steadily worse. I texted Andrew and told him what was up and then decided to try and take a warm bath to see if that helped. Bad idea. The pain got even worse and all the sudden I had really bad lower abdominal cramps too. At this point I was getting a little scared because it was so different than anything I had ever felt and my body just didn't feel right. At some point in all this I also developed a dull ache in my lower back. I started looking up information on signs of preterm labor and stuff and all my issues were symptoms, but I also didn't have the BIG symptoms. (Bleeding, leaking fluids, etc.) When it got to the point that I was literally writhing in pain I finally gave in and decided to call the doctor. Lucky for me they didn't open until 8:30. It was 8:20 or so. Longest 10 minutes of my life.
Finally the doctors answered and I told them what was going on. She asked if I had felt the baby kick at all that morning, which I hadn't. I tried to explain to her that I'm still not at the point where I'm feeling the baby kick on a regular basis. Maybe once or twice a day, and that's it. Also I rarely feel him kick in the morning. But me saying I hadn't felt him moved freaked her out enough to tell me I needed to go to Labor & Delivery immediately.
Cue the tears.
I called Andrew at work and told him I needed him to come get me. About 15 minutes later he showed up and off we went.
We got there and got checked in and they took us to a room. I got in a gown and got hooked up to one of those contraction monitor dealies and the whole time I kept thinking "We are not supposed to be here right now. This is the not how this was supposed to happen." Nurse Lady took my vitals and all that and then we just waited forever and ever in that most uncomfy bed for my urine sample to come back. Andrew gave me a blessing, which helped me to calm down, but the pain was still unbearable.
My urine sample came back totally fine. Babies heartbeat was totally fine and he had woken up and was kicking around. Basically everything was fine. My doctor came in and basically said that I was experience really extreme ligament pain and also my pelvis growing and moving apart to eventually make room for the baby. And because the baby was sitting so low in my uterus it was adding to the pain and pressure of something that's already not so pleasant. Dang baby.
He had me get an ultrasound to check my cervix and all that, just to be completely sure everything was fine. And it was! And I was discharged.
The pain has gone down a bit since then, but I still haven't been able to get comfy enough to sleep longer than about an hour. I'm also peeing literally every 10 minutes because of all the pressure on my bladder. BUT ultimately I am just relieved that everything is okay with the baby and that I wasn't actually in labor or anything. I am also glad the pain has subsided enough for me to able to sit still, however uncomfortably.
SO the moral of the story is: priesthood blessings are great, husbands are great, doctors are great, and don't joke about how you just want to give birth RIGHT NOW because you are so excited about your cute baby. It will come back to haunt you.
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