The only thing that made today better was the Office
. Otherwise, it kind of sucked ass. I woke up feeling 'weird'. I had contractions every 20 minutes, not tiny ones - STRONG ones, and I sucked it up as much as I could before I couldn't take it anymore so the doctor said to head to the hospital.
Nothing like having the worst pain in the world, while watching your husband try and figure out hospital forms. By the time he asked me, "what's our relationship to each other?" I was over it. Just give me the forms and I'll do it my damn self. At least he got my name right.
Then they made me share a room. Lord, do I hate sharing a room. The last time I shared a room, the person next to me was a gunshot victim. Let's just say, that since they got our charts mixed up, I am no longer a member of Kaiser.
So, they gave me drugs to stop the contractions - nothing. She said it's the same drugs they give for bad asthma attacks. I pity you if you have ever had it, it was awful. I felt so freaked out, my pulse started racing and I was so jittery I just started crying uncontrollably. All for nothing too, cause the contractions? They just got worse.
I have smooth skin. So I'm told. Why is this important? Because they can NEVER find my vein. UGH. I hate needles and they ended up poking me not once, not twice but three times. I now have bruises all over from being stuck so many times. Gross. That was worse than the contractions if you ask me. Or was it worse having my husband stand at the end of the bed telling me how having an IV would be awesome
so he can just play video games for hours and never have to stop to eat. I dunno. It's a toss up.
Now I'm home and supposed to be 'taking it easy'. No stress. So I guess I'll just sit around here and tell people what to do.