Well, just when I thought that things were going smoothly with this pregnancy, we had a small wrinkle. Around 6:30 pm, Sunday night, I started cramping that I had just attributed to standing too long, so I decided to lie down and rest. As the night progressed, the cramping got worse and started coming at more regular intervals until they got to the point that I decided I should head to the hospital.
As it turned out I was in labor and got to spend the next five and half hours in the emergency room being on different types of medications and fluids. Long story, a little shorter, it turns out that they attributed it to being dehydrated from food poisoning that I got from food that one of my visiting teachers brought over from our ward's Christmas dinner. Apparently some of the ham was bad and we got lucky to get some of the bad batch.
Another friend of mine, who is also pregnant, also ended up in the emergency room on Monday for the same reason. She and her family also got the bad batch of ham. Needless to say we will not be wanting any meals brought to us anytime soon.
Anyway, we are now home and I am on bed rest/light activity with drinking plenty of fluids. "Nervous Nanny" (aka my husband) is freaking out and checking on me constantly and is constantly on standby to leave work, especially now that he works over an hour away. Consequently, me being the smart alec I am, have been texting him every hour so far letting him know I am still alive and okay.
The one thing I did learn in all of this is that I am way more worried about what happens with Little Man than I am with this pregnancy. I know that I have doctors and nurses to check on me. However, not many know of his little nuances and quirks.
We also live in a neighborhood with a lot of soon to be or actual empty nesters so they have forgotten what it is like to have little ones around. So while they are truly are hoping to help, it can be a challenge with the basics such as eating. (i.e. Our neighbor who watched him while we were at the hospital tried to spoon feed him yogurt. Two year olds do not want to be spoon fed. They want to feed themselves.) Needless to say, we need to come up with a better plan for the delivery especially since we have no family to help us out. Hopefully, that is far enough in the distant future that I don't have to worry about that for now. I am just glad that we are all home, healthy, and together.
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