Monday, August 24, 2009

9, 8, 7, 6, & 5 Days Until Baby

I peed the bed.

And then I went to the hospital.

I woke up around 3:30 a.m. for my typical bathroom break in the middle of the night routine. Laid back down. Was almost asleep when I felt the gush.




I called my mom and told her that my water broke. She said she would be at my house in 15 minutes to pick me up. She called me back 5 minutes later which woke my dad up. I told him my water broke which was kind of awkward...And that I would call him at 6 or 7 with an update.

I got to the hospital and the ladies in the front were all smiley and excited for me.

Then the evil nurse checked me, said that I was still only dilated a fingertip and my water had definitely not broken.

I was so mean to her. I felt that she was somewhat to blame for the entire situation. As soon as I walked in she said that maybe it wasn't my water. Maybe she had it in for me?

There was a puddle of fluid on my bed lady. A puddle. And I smelled it. Don't you think that at 23 years old I would know what my own pee smells like?

Apparently not.

The nurse said that the baby had most likely kicked my bladder and caused me to pee. I actually have heard of this before (thanks baby center), but definitely thought I would know if that was the case with me. What kind of idiot goes to the hospital for peeing the bed. They should be hiding in shame someplace, right?

Making matters worse, I had been in L&D a mere 8 hours prior because I was having blurred vision and feeling really sick. (In the end it was my blood pressure going up because the baby was laying on an artery.)

I guess that my trip frequency was an indication to the nurse that I was a big fat faker so she started to give me some inspirational speech about how the apple will come when it is ripe.

It's not about the fricken' ripe apple lady. It is about all of the crazy shit that my body is doing that you are telling me means nothing and I just want to sit here and pout.

I am feeling at more of a loss than ever. I can't trust my own judgement at all so how will I know when it is "time?"

I swear, I am not leaving for the hospital again until I am completely blind or I see baby body parts hanging out.

-5 Days Until Baby


  1. That must have been SO traumatic! I can't even imagine. You go to the hospital as many times as you need to- as trite as it sounds, it's better to be safe than sorry. I would've been pretty pissed about some dumb apple speech, too!

  2. Ha.

    It was really embarassing...Kind of funny now.