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Sorry. I had to post the video, given the song has been stuck in my head for the last few days. Forgive me. Because I’ve gotta remind you that I’M IN THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (Do do dooo doooooo… do do do do doooooo).

If you don’t follow me on social media (and why aren’t you??) you wouldn’t know that I’m due to be induced on Wednesday morning. Yes, that is TWO DAYS from now. D’oh!

I’ve been having nothing but issues the last few weeks. I haven’t even had the energy to do my proper weekly updates because they all sound exactly the same. Let me summarize for you:

Went to the doctor. Got sent to Labor and Delivery. Got monitored for two hours. Got given bags of IV liquids. Had contractions 2 – 3 minutes apart. Got given meds. Contractions evened out. Had cervical check. Nothing happening. Got sent home.”

Now imagine that same update happening about twice a week for 5 weeks, minus one actual bout of proper pre-term labor that entailed an overnight hospital stay, SEVEN bags of IV fluids and a ton of pain meds, vaccinations AND two painful steroid injections to make sure that baby’s lungs were matured, and you’ll understand why I haven’t really wanted to update about it. BORING.  And honestly, a little upsetting.

Then, on Thursday morning, I had my big ugly bloody show. I was all excited. I had a NST appointment later that morning, so I told the tech, and she didn’t bat an eyelid. I had the test, and baby was doing really well (as usual), though once again, my contractions were literally one on top of the other. But since this is an every single day thing, I was sent home to await my next OB appointment, which happened to be Friday.

Fetal non stress test with contractions

Contractions during my NST appt – lasting about a minute every 2 – 2.5 mins

Unfortunately things got a little messy then. The nausea I’ve been feeling for a couple of weeks turned into full blown vomiting. Ugh. I couldn’t keep anything down and was feeling pretty rough. And even though I’ve been on Ursodiol for my ICP, I have started to itch uncontrollably again. Double boner.

So when I went to my OB appointment the next day, I admit I wasn’t feeling my best. My nurse noted that my heart rate “sucked” as it was up at 157, and my blood pressure was 139/85. My urine was full of ketones, and my doctor said I was “severely dehydrated.”

Due to my itching, vomiting and dehydration, she said she suspects my ICP has gotten a lot worse, and she wanted to get me induced as soon as possible. So as soon as I reach 37 weeks, she wanted the baby out. Unless, of course, he came on his own before then. She sent me to L&D once again as she wanted me to get more IV fluids. I rolled my eyes, but I did what I was told. She knows how much I hate having to go there and how LONG it takes. But baby’s needs outweigh my own annoyance, so off we went.

On another note, I am SO proud of how well my kids behaving in the hospital. Besides demanding crackers and cookies from the little kitchenette, they are very happy to just entertain themselves. Mostly by playing games on the iPad or daddy’s phone.

Kids occupying themselves while mom's in hospital

Occupying themselves by playing Pookie Cat on the iPad

After I was re-hydrated, we went home. Knowing this would be our last weekend as a family of four, Mark and I decided we wanted to make the most of it. We also decided that if I was ready to be induced in just a few days, we were gonna go ahead and try to make it happen beforehand.

On Saturday, we spent most of the day cleaning and organizing the house. We had several giant totes of baby clothes that were needing sorted out to be washed, so Mark and I went through them, laughing and squeeing at all the TINY little onesies and adorable little hats and booties. In the end, we found that our newborn/0-3 month baby clothes were PLENTIFUL. Proof?

Sorting through baby clothes

Newborn baby clothes… maybe too many??

In the evening, we dropped the kids at grandma’s house and went on our final date for quite a while. In the interest of inducing labor, we opted for an Indian restaurant, and I made sure I had a nice side of their hot sauce to dump on my Chicken Briyani. Whoobaby! That was definitely a hot sauce! I was breathing fire between sips of my Rose Lassi and generous dousings of Raita.

Sunday morning, I woke up around 5 AM. I couldn’t get back to sleep, and I was feeling weirdly energized. Mark was up about an hour after me, and since we hardly ever get any time alone in the mornings, we indulged in a bit of “mommy daddy time” if you get my drift. All in the name of getting labor started, obviously. Afterward I was up and showered, and I was able to let daddy sleep in a bit. Dexter came upstairs as I was finishing combing my hair, and he and I made a nice batch of stuffed french toast for breakfast. It was lovely. I felt so productive considering I haven’t cooked or had a morning shower in months!

Once everyone was up and ready and fed, we headed out to Target to do a bit of shopping for things like diapers. We looked for Halloween costumes, and I was so excited to see all the newborn options, as I wasn’t expecting to have a baby this year for Halloween. We didn’t end up buying any, but it was fun anyway. By this point, though, I was getting a bit tired and sore from walking so much, but I didn’t want to just go home. We thought about going to a local farm for their Halloween festivities, but in the end, we decided to drive up into Brighton Canyon and have a small walk near Silver Lake. Unfortunately the public restrooms were closed, and since I was having QUITE a lot of pain in my nether regions (not helped by a full bladder), we didn’t stay for very long.

It was early afternoon by now, and we had plans to go to grandma’s house for dinner later, and Mark had promised to fix some stuff around her house. But having been up so early, my energy had totally gone. I was exhausted. I just needed a nap. So Mark dropped me at home and told me to rest up and call him when I was ready to be picked up.

I went straight to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.  But that lovely husband of mine wasn’t thinking, and after only a little tiny cat nap, my phone rang. I was disgruntled and told him so. But after sorting his questions out, I hung up and attempted sleep again. It took me a little longer this time, but I managed it. I was only asleep for a few minutes though when the phone rang again. GRR. I grabbed it and saw it was him, but before I could answer, he’d hung up. I called him back, wailing, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?”

He felt awful and apologised, but by this point there was no way I could get any more sleep. It was then that I realized I was actually having some fairly sizable contractions. I felt crampy and nauseated and in a lot of pain.

I went upstairs to use the bathroom, and as I sat there, I felt something quite wet and squishy down below. I heard the obvious sound of liquid hitting liquid, and I thought possibly I’d lost more of my mucous plug. I went to wipe, and it came back bloody. Bright red blood everywhere. I looked in the toilet, and it was also bright red. I cleaned up as well as I could and then made it through a couple of contractions before calling Mark and telling him he should probably come home.

I called my mom and said, “Well maybe I won’t have to make it until Wednesday after all!”

As I was on the phone, blood seeped through my pants. Worrying. So I went and changed them, and then hubby called back and suggested maybe I call the on-call doctor and find out whether we should head to hospital or not. I hadn’t planned on going, as I wanted to see if the contractions got stronger and more regular, but his logic made sense. So I called my doctor’s office, and the on-call doctor told me to go straight to L&D to be checked out and to see if my waters had broken.

So I calmly made my way around the house and packed up my hospital bag and then packed an overnight bag for the kids in case we needed to send them to their aunt’s and uncle’s house (which is the plan for when I’m in labor).

Mark arrived home and got me to the hospital, and we were treated very well.

I had a speculum taken (SO painful) and then a cervical check, where they verified that there was still a lot of blood (with some clots in it) and that I was 3cm dilated and 60% effaced. She said my cervix was very soft but still pretty far back. She said she was going to go look at the speculum under a microscope to ascertain if my waters had broken or not, and she’d let me know.

In the hospital in early labor

In the hospital waiting and worrying if this was it

After a while she came back and admitted that she couldn’t tell whether they had broken or not! She needed to wait for my doctor to arrive to let me know. Eventually, we were told that my waters HADN’T broken (which is what I had been saying all along), and I was told that since I wasn’t yet 4cm, I could go home and see if we couldn’t get things to progress. My own doctor even came in to tell me how excited she’d been when she saw my name, as she was so hoping to avoid an induction if possible.

So now I’m here at home, and we are continuing in our efforts to get things going properly. Amazingly, the contractions which have been so strong and painful for WEEKS have gotten very mild, though still frequent. My plan now is to just use my birthing ball to bounce around and try to move this kid down into the birth canal. I have less than 48 hours to make that happen or else I’ll be stuck with induction on Wednesday.

Wish us luck!


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Monday 20th of October 2014

Sexx. It works! Spicy food! Bouncing on a birth ball. Walking on an uneven surface (like half on the pavement and half in the road). Squats. Sex! Curry! Star jumps! Sex!

Lol. I hope you get the ball rolling. It sounds like things are happening for you, and you'll be a new mum in no time.


Monday 20th of October 2014

Awe it must be so hard. But 37 weeks is still early term and you haven't even hit that yet. Try not to be too anxious as it will mean a harder time for your baby if he comes this early. I'm surprised your doctor is going to induce even this early even if you have all these contractions. It would be better to wait. But best of luck to you for a safe and healthy birth.


Monday 20th of October 2014



Monday 20th of October 2014

OMG please don't try this! Baby can swallow meconium and go into distress if you do!


Monday 20th of October 2014

Oh bless you! You've been thru the ringer! Fx'd you get your way before wed! xx

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