I went for my 36 weeks doc appointment praying that there was better news than last week. Please tell me "something" is happening, anything.
Well, I was having what I thought was braxton hicks all weekend long. I'm guess they were actual contractions because when Vicky checked me this morning I was 50% effaced and dilated 1 cm.
Apparently when she checked me some of the membranes ruptured and I started bleeding and shedding some clots. So before I left the doctors office I told her that I was bleeding pretty good and that there were clots as well. She wanted to check me again to make sure they were clots and not actual tissue (what the difference or importance in difference is I don't know). Well I in about 20 minutes time was thinned even more and dilated to 2 cm.
Woohoo right!!! here we go. Not. I got some lunch, came home, threw the bags and cameras in the car, went to the school to get the kids and to go walking like Vicky told me to. That's when it all stopped. The walking stopped my contractions???? So the kids and I headed home (I was exhausted anyway) to lay down and for the kids to do their homework. Obviously there was no baby coming.
So after dinner I decide to go jump on the treadmill and see what I can get started. I started having some contractions again and more frequently too. As soon as I got off the stupid thing (I couldn't walk anymore my feet and back were killing me) they stopped. I don't know what the crap is going on but I guess I should at least be happy that "something" is going on.
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