Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.....

Melanie's a klutz and had a great fall! (aka: Yet another visit to Room 2414)

So Friday was eventful. First, I'm just trying to put bread in the freezer in the garage, when I slip on some cardboard I didn't see, my feet go flying out from under me, and I go flying down the 3 stairs in the garage, landing flat on my right side, in a pile of stuff, on top of some stockpots, and somehow partially trapped under a bike. With much cursing and crying, I managed to extricate myself and hobble back into the house. (I have a fabulous bruise on my right thigh, one on my ankle, and am generally quite sore right now.)

I call the doctor's office, and they advise me of what to watch for, but say I should be fine - baby's well insulated in there. The rest of the day I have somewhat more contractions, but never more than six in an hour, which is the "magic" number to avoid.

The kids go various places that night, and PJ & T go to a movie. PJ and I watch a movie that night, and when I go to bed around 12:30, I find that it feels as though I'm having constant contractions. Plus, I'm having nasty stabbing pains in my cervix. Hmmmmm.... I finally call Peggy right before 1, she tells me to take another Nifedipene and see if it helps. From 1 to 1:40, they come every 3 minutes. So we have to load Tristen up (children aren't allowed in hospitals these days because of H1N1), take him over to Grandma's, then head in to labor and delivery.

We get there around 2:30 am, they hook me up to the monitors, PJ passes out in the super comfy rocker, and it begins. Of course everything has slowed down, but the monitor does show I'm having them every 2-10 minutes, so Peggy tells them to give me the nasty Terbutaline shot to try and completely stop them. I forget just how much I hate that stupid drug until it's coursing through me, first making me a little dizzy, then jittery, then panicky, then giving me the full on shakes. All while being strapped to a monitor on a rock-hard bed. Sweet.

But it calms things down, they check me and determine the contractions haven't started any labor, so we get to go home. At 4:30 am.

They figure this may have happened as a result of the fall, or I was just up late and my body was super tired, or who really knows. Regardless, today, everything is sore, I'm exhausted, and it seems like my poor body is just tired of this. Every time I shift positions, I have a contraction. I hope a day of solid sleeping will help it to recover.