a crash course

...in being an inpatient.

I really wanted to spend monday talking about the totally exciting things that took place over the weekend. Instead I've spent the day at the hospital. And I'll be spending the night, too. All because a big old Mack truck decided to come on over to my side of the road as I was toot-toot-tooting along in my little truck. Dumb blind spots.

I still don't know why the firetruck was the first on the scene, but I tell ya, one look at my belly and they were running over, getting my pulse, getting my bp, how far along was I? Am I having any cramping? We have to take you to the hospital...via ambulance! I'm like, "I'm fine, I'm fine!" I was walking around, nothing hurt. But yes, I do know the power of adrenaline so I, for the first time ever got to ride in an ambulance. I've been at University Hospital since. Apparently I started having "uterine activity" so they are keeping me here for observations. Oddly there was actually a small part of me that thought "oh, well this is kind of neat. I have to stay in the hospital. I get to be the patient?" Such a strange novelty to be on the other side of things.

Novel, yes. But I'm good now. Really. Me and baby are fine. The contractions have all but stopped, there's no cramping, no spotting. Being tethered to these monitors and this bed is really not fun at all. And they won't let me eat. Pregnant mama is hungry!
Still, tomorrow it will be. I tell ya this is the last place I thought I'd be spending the first part of my week.