Just back from the doctors. Yesterday I ran some errands - nothing major at all. But found myself leaning onto my shopping cart, clutched on as sharp pains hit. I was at a craft store, and I kept shopping, albeit more slowly as they continued to hit sporadically. While I am quite crafty and can plot and scheme with the best, I'm not craft-y at all. Yet with my time at home I want to do a few crafts/decorations for my daughter's birthday. I confess to thinking, well, if this means bed rest, I better finish shopping so at least I'll have some projects to do. I also had the panicked thought of crap! We have no name!
I took it slow the rest of the evening, and was uncomfortable, but not terribly so. I was pretty sure it wasn't labor, but still. I called this morning and they said come in. The doctor came in with her concerned face, but as soon as I described sharp stabbing pains on the side of my lower abdomen, she relaxed. Round ligament pain, in all likelihood. Good to come in, good to check it out, they'll run tests, but that's probably all it is. Rest a few days, get a belly band.
So, my feet are up. I may just read a chick lit novel. These are the days I'm glad we've kept the nanny.
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