Last night I had my first actual dream of the baby being here. She was only 4 lbs but it wasnt a bad thing, it was a cute thing.  All I remember is that she was a nice little person.

Today I spent making sure we had everything we would need for baby which included what I hope to be the last trip to Babies R Us, that place blows!  I took Scott for his first time too.  We found out there that our universal stroller was not universal at all.  At least it would not hold the car seat we bought.  Of course the stroller that would was between $300 and $900…moms are still suckers.  I refused to be a sucker that day and told them to shove it up R ass.  I went home and found the same one, brand new on craigslist.  The only catch being I had to get it in Walnut creek.  The bay bridge is that much longer when you could have a baby at any moment, I thought the whole ride there.  I vowed not to leave the city again until this baby was out.  When we returned with the stroller I set out to assemble the thing and make sure it worked.  I thought I pissed myself.  Weird.  Ew.  Oh wait I might be having a baby.  I left a puddle in the garage and ran in to tell my mom and Scott. My mom had come out that Monday because Scott had a work trip that week for 2 days and I was scared I would have the baby while he was gone.  I got the week right!

Possible triggers could have included the nuclear spicy tom ka from Citrus Club the night before, snake sauce from Taco Joes, Acupuncture the day before (she promised not to touch the contraction stimulating pressure points!), and I had been taking primrose oil which is supposed to loosen things up.

I called the doc and she said to go in and get checked out but chances were it was going to be several hours before they would admit me to the hospital.  We walked there and left thinking we would get a full nights rest and go back in the morning.  Not one hour later my contractions arrived.  I had no idea what to expect but there they were.  It was like being wrung out.  A really weird squeeze for a minute then a 5 minute break. They gave us the handy 511 rule and it was dead on, 5 minutes between each one minute of thriving pain.  Breath through it girl, it’s no biggy.  Nope we are going in.

We get there and I had to take 3 breaks trying to make it to the L&D section of the hospital.  They were all very nice but I was not down with this extremely tight tube top the put on my belly to hold down the heart rate and contraction monitors.  It was too tight.  It reminded me of my Carmen Miranda outfit I wore for Halloween one year btu with a belly this big, it was not a fun outfit.  I also did not like being poked and requested that they stop doing that! I guess it is part of the drill though.

So we get to the birth suite and I am pretty useless.  All the fun techniques we learned in class were shot.  I couldnt get into and out of the poses so I just lay in the automatic bed and used the controls when I thought I could get up. Scott was my water boy.  Every 5 minutes he would feed me a sip from the straw.  Little did I know, his eyes were shut and he was napping during all this! Then it turned and I knew it was time to push.  My doctor had to come from Marin at midnight and was not there yet.  they told me not to push but there was no other option.  I was trying to do the OMing but it was more of an OW.  Same same but different.  It hurt but I was in another world and didnt really notice.  Nor did I notice when I had been pushing for 5 hours.  My doctor said I could keep trying but she did not want me to run out of energy so she gave me a little boost and then got down there and coached the little girl right out.  She kept saying Raaar and one more cutie pie!  It was pretty funny.  Then I ended up in a bowflex position with my legs on a bar and a towel to pull up on for each contraction.  She also stuck scott behind me so he would not fall asleep.  It was awesome.  It worked.