I’ve had a long week. Things are getting harder and harder. I didn’t expect it any other way, just surprised how many mixed emotions I’m having at this point. This past weekend I had “false” labor all day Sunday. “False” meaning I had contractions I could feel every 2-3 minutes but nothing that caused any other reactions. Cole said I shouldn’t get so excited about college football on Saturday (man there were some good games on!). Things have gotten much more uncomfortable over all. Kimber keeps a foot in my ribs that make it hard to breath, and my indigestion is out of this world, even though I’ve cut back to PB&J sandwiches, applesauce, blueberry muffins, and cereal. You know it’s bad when Cole offered to bring me Taco Bell (my fave) and I said heck no! 
Plus this weekend holds many things I would be doing if not in here. My mom turns 50 and even though she says all she wants is two healthy grandbabies I wish there was more I could do for her instead of her do for me. Weldon and Alyson are getting married; they aren’t just good friends but family! The kind of couple it’s healthy to hang out with because they truly care. My sister and Paul are making the move from Houston to San Antonio and a wolf pack member has lost a grandpa with the funeral being this weekend. So many people that have helped me and so many places I’d like to be to let them know I care…all while trying to stay positive about being in here.
Today is when I almost lost it. I couldn’t sleep last night and had a repeat of this weekend: contractions every 2-3 minutes which caused me to be hooked to monitors for hours to keep an eye on things plus multiple people in and out talking about what they would try to do IF it was full blown labor. Thank goodness for Cole. I had a mild breakdown and told him I was just ready for it to be over and that I was feeling guilty for wanting it. He reminded me that “over” wouldn’t really mean “over” just different; a different reason for being at the hospital and a different type of worry. He also reminded me that I could do it. On top of being there emotionally he surprised me with a visit! Even brought me a lunchable and chocolate milk! The only two things I’ve been craving!....other than a haircut and to see my pups. Thanks Cole for being there…AGAIN.
Feeling much better after writing this, even though I’m sitting here tearing up I know they are happy tears. Bring on the weekend!
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