Rollercoaster Ride, Anyone?

(22w2d)

See I was feeling quite smug.
I had managed to pull off attending my brother’s wedding.
Pride… always the downfall :-).

Don’t get me wrong.
The wedding itself was fabulous.
The reception, in a lush outdoor setting went off without a hitch.
The bride, as always, was stunning (see picture below if you think I am just blowing smoke). She is a great addition to the family.
Dave managed to get around despite the air cast boot he drags around on his right leg (complete with crutches). Yes, in true David fashion, he managed to rupture his achilles tendon a few weeks ago and then pull the wedding off with utter style.

As for me and the little buggers... All in all it went very well. I rested between the ceremony and the reception and tried to take it easy in general (very difficult for anyone that knows me well!). Some contractions here and there with the increased activity, but nothing to get my panties all in a bunch about.

Sunday morning after breakfast with my Mom and Jen's family, Matt and I headed back to Vegas. I reclined on my left side the whole way and then stayed on the couch the rest of the day just for good measure. I was very, very grateful all had gone well.

And then Monday dawned.
The first thing I noticed when I woke early was that I was contracting.
A lot.

When 11am rolled around and despite being down on the couch all morning and chugging a half-gallon of water, I was still contracting at least 10 times an hour… I contacted the clinic. In my best “I’m-not-really-worried-just-thought-you-should-know” demeanor, I explained the situation to the nurse (I’m sure I was utterly transparent…).

P.rocardia was doubled and I was instructed that if the contractions didn’t drop to less than four an hour I was to come in that afternoon for monitoring. Luckily the increased meds seem to have shut Womb-Thing up for the time being. It probably doesn’t hurt that my now-more-ample-than-ever backside has only left the couch to hit the bathroom and warm up food. Confined to the couch, I am. For now, the contractions seem limited to about once an hour or so. Such numbers do wonders for my sanity.

I have a fetal echocardiogram scheduled for tomorrow and I am hoping to be able to report to Dr. Peri that Womb-Thing is still behaving at that point. I am fantasizing that he will let me try to decrease my dose after a few days of minimal contractions. One can always hope.

Clawing my way towards viability….