Limbo

Hey 'yall. Guess where I am.
I'm at the hospital. Supposedly I'm in "labor", but it doesn't really feel like labor. I'm uncomfortable and squirmy, and I keep having to catch my breath with "contractions" but it doesn't really hurt. Can I even really call them contractions?

Yesterday I went in for my appointment with Dr D2 (the specialist). Everything checked out fine, then he checked my cervix and said, "Oh, have you been having contractions?"
"Not that I know of." I said.
So they hooked me up to a monitor, and sure enough, I was contracting every 2-4 minutes. It just felt like a tightening to me, and it had been going on for a while, so I dismissed them as clearly not contractions because, well, they didn't hurt. But they were so consistent and frequent that he made me go to the hospital. They gave me two rounds of shots to try and stop/slow things down (which, by the way, those shots made me super jittery and weird). The first one worked for about twenty minutes, and then these so-called "contractions" came right back just as close together. Round two didn't even slow them down much at all. They slowed down on their own from about 12-4 in the middle of the night, which was heaven because they unhooked me and I got to sleep a little bit, but now they're right back to where we were earlier. I've only dilated another centimeter since getting here, and I'm contracting every two to five minutes. This is bizarre. It still doesn't hurt. I just feel squirmy and uncomfortable. I feel like a faker saying that I'm in labor. Supposedly that can happen sometimes with twins because the uterus is so stretched out with that massive amount of baby in there that contraction don't register as painful for a long time.

So, they kept me here over night and they're trying to decide what to do with me. It's about 7 AM here, updates should come soon. I think my doctor gets in at 8, so we should have some answers by 9.

Babies are doing great. At my appointment with Dr D2, they were measuring at 5lbs 7 oz and 5 lbs 8 oz (woo hoo! almost 11 lbs of baby. That makes me feel a little less wimpy). Not too shabby for (nearly) 35 weeks. Still, it's a little too soon. It'd be better for them if they could stay put a longer.

Wednesday night I was MAD at the world because of how I was feeling. I was tossing and turning and whining at Dallin and I finally said "I QUIT! I'm DONE with this pregnancy." And I totally meant it at the time. Sorry babies, I hope you didn't hear that. I didn't actually mean it. Ironic, eh? My appointment was Thursday morning, and that's when this all went down.

Anyway, hopefully I'll know what's going on soon. I don't know if I'll blog it, I'm just really really really bored right now. And a little loopy tired (can you tell?).