Pre labor kicked off with a vengeance on Sunday — something I’ve never dealt with. I was on my feet all morning and after a shower felt that I should sit down. I felt extreme pressure and lots of cramping. I felt terrible about that because it was SUCH A NICE DAY and the boys wanted to go to the park but we opted to read books instead. I couldn’t get very many pages in when the contractions started. They were intense and CLOSE! Like ~3 mins apart close. Yikes! I felt flushed and nauseous. This went on for an hour. I called my mom (who’s a 5hr drive away) and she hit the road. As soon as I called her, contractions stopped. Of course. Haha.
One of the twins was so in tune with me and how I was feeling. He was SO sweet tending to me. The other two were oblivious, which was for the best.
Since then, I’ve had some minor contractions and some Braxton Hicks but nothing like Sunday. They hurt so badly I actually started thinking about an epidural (something I hope to avoid). My last guy was a med-free delivery and the contractions were never that bad until it was time to push.
Baby was measuring 8lb12oz at my 38w check up so he’s a big boy. His belly is at the 93rd percentile so that’s driving the overall weight. I’m eager to meet him — for my sake and for my vagina’s sake.