Chronic Ama

So it was Monday, September 5th. A day past my predicted due date, and still 10 days 'til C section. I had already spent the weekend with painful contractions and walking around at Walmart trying to speed things up. I got up that morning, made breakfast and then it all went down hill from there. Or, I should say, I went down hill from there. Mark took Bella outside to play and my dad came over to vis it and I laid on the couch feeling like I was going to throw up. My back hurt, my legs hurt, my butt hurt and I didn't want to throw up french toast casserole. I decided to take a shower. On came the lightheaded and dizzy. I r eally didn't feel good. So, I call Mark in to help me get dressed and I break the news that I th ought I should go back to the hospital to see if I was alright. Something was just not right and I couldn't put my finger on it. Mom got off work and picked up Bella and by 1pm we were back in Labor and Delivery. First, they hydrated me since I was dehydra

Seems like September would never get here! And now it seems like cooler weather will never get here... Nine days 'til Bella turns 4. Thirteen days 'til my scheduled C section. Two days 'til the predicted arrival of Baby Mark. I'm leaning toward the 2 day window after the week I've had. I've had contractions all week again, but none that were bad enough to call it a go until yesterday. I was napping with Bella and I woke up out of a dead sleep to the worst pain ever. I couldn't even get out of bed, and when I did, I woke up Bellini. I sat on the sofa for the next hour with Bella bringing me glass after glass of water and cuddling with me. I called Mom to pick up Bella and told Mark to get his ass home from work. Finally, it was time to go to the hospital. I got there around 5 with contractions every 3 minutes that hurt like hell in my back and legs. They decided not to stop them since I was so close to being full term. Today I'm 37 weeks. Instead, t