Week 39

I was doing so good! I was not panicking everytime I felt a contraction. I was using common sense and rationale. But inevitably, my desire to get this baby out of me overcame me and I did what every pregnant mother swears she'll never do:

False Alarm!!

But I was so sure! I mean, this time was different than before. The labor was in my back - check! The contractions got closer together over several hours time - check! I waited until I had a steady 45 minutes of contractions at 5 minutes apart - check!

I called the doctor, but for whatever reason his answering service didn't pick up. I should have taken that as a sign that I wasn't supposed to follow through with this, but apparently hormones have affected my sign-reading capabilities. Off to the hospital we went.

When we got there, they hooked me up to the monitors and - NATURALLY - after all that time, that's when the contractions decided to wane down to a trickle. Poor Csaba was so excited but so overwhelmed. He watched in awe as Joshua's heart rate numbers went up...up... whenever I had a contraction. Poor guy jumped a mile when the nurses beeper went off - he thought it was an alarm meaning something was wrong. My doctor happened to be there, he checked me and told me I was barely 1 cm. I felt so foolish. But at any rate, we knew Joshua was happy and not in any distress, so I guess it was worth it for that.

So now as I head into full term, I'm just praying the doctor will have mercy on this poor soul and not let me go too far overdue. The saga will soon come to a climax - stay tuned!