Not really, but I apparently have discovered the pleasures of night sweats. After spending midnight to 1am wondering if my mild contractions were going to turn into something significant, I finally fell asleep.* About an hour later, I woke up wondering if it was raining in our room. I was soaking wet, head to toe, as was my spot in the bed. Never one to ignore the wonders of bodily excretions, I woke up Josh, “Sweetie, touch me! I’m soaking wet.” After telling me that was disgusting, he rolled over and didn’t remember it at all this morning. I had to commiserate over estrogen with Tom the Cat as I cleaned up. He’s always happy for 2am bathroom conversation.
So that’s what’s going on with me today. No baby yet. No digital camera either. I’m still hopeful the latter will precede the former.
*I’ve been off nifedipine since my last dose Sunday night, so I expected this increase in uterine activity. My contractions are weird – although my uterus does become as hard as my forehead (a “marker” in my book of a stronger than Braxton-Hicks type activity), it hasn’t hurt so far but I get an intense strangling sensation and a head rush right before it peaks that makes me wonder if I’ll be able to think clearly at all during labor. No wonder I saw things/hallucinated during Natan’s birth. This feeling plus the pain of active-labor contractions is a lovely experience.
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