Yesterday Jose and I went to see "Traitor" with Don Cheetal and it was pretty good. It was intense but not in a Scorsese kind of way - it was slow and intense with explosive surprises. (yes, pun intended). During the movie my feet swelled up really badly and I started to feel woozie heading out of the theater. I called my OB and after 20 questions she asked us to get checked out in labor and delivery before going home (since it's about 7 minutes away anyway). I really DIDN'T want to go to hospital because I was afraid they would induce me but they were really sweet. We were monitored for an hour: baby's heart rate, my heart rate, contractions/baby movements, my blood pressure and they had me drink 2 giant (32 oz) buckets of water....which I much prefer to an IV. Everything was fine, I was just dehydrated and that slowed everything else down. As a parting gift we were sent home with even more paper work (I seriously don' t know how unorganized people even have a baby in the hospital with all this junk), my monitor belts (to save the ins company $ supposedly) and my bucket o'water. It's a big gulp with a huge handle, picture something that jenny craig would have given you in the 80's...yeah that's it. Oh and - I need to drink 4-5 refills a day (x 32 ounces). And I thought I was peeing a lot before...
Oh - and the most popular question - were you dilated/effaced? I didn't have an "exam" because I wasn't having consistent contractions and my doc wasn't there. We go back to the OB on Tuesday.... but it doesn't really matter. You can walk around dilated for days and days and not going into labor or not be dilated at all and Wha-Bam! Baby time....
I'm enjoying sleep again now that the heat wave has temporarily subsided. I can wait a few more days for Baby time...