Friday, January 28, 2011

"And eyes of sweet amethyst"


In college, there was a band called Jackopierce that was really popular down in Texas, even though I am not sure how talented they were. They had a song called "Vineyard" that my sister included on her wedding CD, where I fell in love with it again. It's about a forlorn boy who escapes to Martha's Vineyard to nurse his broken heart and falls in love with an amethyst-eyed woman.

I love the amethyst. I love its purple hues and its delicate shades.

But I am not sure we're going to have a baby during amethyst birthstone month of February. Things are moving. And they're shaking. And they hurt. Not horrible hurt, but there is like a menstrual cramp type feeling that gets kind of intense. It started last night at 2:00 a.m. and it's been sort of consistent today since noon. Maybe longer.

In short, I am having contractions; they aren't killing me, but they hurt. They come THIS CLOSE to taking my breath away, which was the criteria the doctor gave me for coming in. It's confusing to actually be in pain and not remember what kind of pain I am supposed to be in to call the doctor. I actually talked to the doctor's office once already and they told me to keep track of the contractions and if they get either (1) more intense or (2) closer together to call back and maybe get admitted to the hospital.

And, then I talked to a colleague at my office whose second child was born in triage. That's still the hospital, right? She said it was the hospital, but she gave birth while BY HERSELF IN HER TRIAGE ROOM because she had sent her husband out to get the nurse. Let's just say that there are lots of things I want to do by myself, but birthing a baby doesn't make the top 100. Or 200.

PLEASE GOD, can someone be in the room with me when I have my baby? Preferable someone with a degree from a top medical school with gentle hands and a soothing voice. Oh, and Jeff can be there too.

Anyway, I am keeping track and counting the contractions and wondering when the sh*t will hit the fan physically. We have dinner plans tonight; brunch plans tomorrow, and a playdate Sunday morning. I wonder, which of those, if any we'll make it to.

OH MY GOD, I AM GOING TO HAVE A BABY.

1 comment:

  1. Praying for you and your sweet family. (Christie)!!

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