We have had a few minor trips to the hospital for high blood pressure (no pre-eclampsia) and decreased fetal movement (Baby B was just taking an extended nap but apparently at the hospital, they both were "moving around like truckers") but no labour yet. I do have mild, non-painful contractions that are fairly regular but the nurses just call them "tightenings" and are not considered signs of actual labour.
In terms of labour preparations though, my body is changing fairly rapidly for that. The babies have "dropped", meaning they're snuggling closer into my pelvic bone, which also means I have to use the bathroom even more now. My pubic bone is also stretching in preparation for labour and that is probably the most painful of these changes. I don't think my uterus has gotten any bigger though. The space inside the uterus is rapidly getting smaller and when the babies move you can see these great big stretches across my stomach. When I'm sitting and it's very quite, you can actually hear my back crack when the babies kick. It sounds like knuckles being cracked but in my back. And if I thought my feet were swollen before, they are REALLY swollen now. It took me literally almost five minutes to put on my boots by myself a couple of days back.
We have experienced another event that almost rivals the fiasco on Valentine's Day last year. If you don't know what happened, just read my note on Facebook. It involved poo, a clogged toilet, and Michael running away to his call shift. Anyway, so my back was really achy yesterday and I asked Michael to please take me out of misery and give me a back massage to relieve the pain and pressure. Michael does NOT give good massages and he makes no qualms about hiding that fact. He just decided to massage me in a way that he thought would feel good on himself.........big mistake. After awhile, my groans of pain turned to silence because for some reason every time he pushed on this one spot it would trigger a fairly large gag response. I was trying my darn hardest not to gag. Too late, I don't think I've every had to run to the bathroom that quickly, while pregnant, as I did yesterday. His massage sent me to the toilet with projectile vomiting. Everything I had in the last two hours came gushing back up. As you can imagine, Michael is off the hook forever when it comes to giving me back massages.
Michael is officially on his LOA for 6 weeks. He is going around cleaning the house right now since he doesn't want to watch the the Olympic skating exhibition gala on TV right now. I'm going to say that he's doing it to make up for the barfing episode he caused yesterday. Hehe!!
Only two more days before the 2010 Olympics wraps up in Vancouver. I'm going to miss watching the firework display every night on our balcony from LiveCity Yaletown. These Olympic games have been pretty impressive. Unfortunately in my state, I haven't been able to take in any events in person or visit the different houses and sites but Michael has driven me around to look at some of the buildings and he himself has gone out with the camera to capture some of these places for my viewing pleasure. What a good husband!!
