Yep, thats right a lot has happened since my last post so here it is. Brace yourself, this will be long so I'm going to split it up into 2 posts.
On Tuesday, I headed into San Pedro. First of all, we got about halfway there and I had to have my driver pull over so that I could be car sick on the side of the road. It was actually the first time that I was sick like that the whole pregnancy. I really puked my brains out, though, and I think that maybe it kicked up my braxton hicks a bit.
I had an appointment in the morning with a lamaze coach to get some information about what to expect at the birth. The appointment was great and I got a lot of great information about the birth and breastfeeding and what I can expect at the hospital. It was something that I wasnt too excited about and I only really did it to appease my mother...well she was right, as usual. There were some interesting little hints about what was to come but they didnt mean anything at the time. We were talking about contractions and I mentioned that I was having very frequent braxton-hicks. She dismissed it that some of it was probably the baby moving. Based on my past experiences with having no clue of what is going on with my body, I believed her. No biggie. I was still feeling ok and after the appointment, ate a quick lunch and then headed to Pricesmart (like Sams) to stock up on as much good meat as possible realizing that I probably wouldnt feel like doing big shopping in the last 2 weeks of the pregnancy. I got a ton of stuff, filling up the cooler and didnt have time to get to the grocery store before my doctor appointment. I told the driver that we would go ahead and stop at the grocery store after my appointment on our way out of town and went into the doctor. He had been out of town for over a week so the place was very busy. He sent me into the directly into the little room and hooked me up on the fetal monitor while he saw a couple of other patients. I dont know if they use these in the States but they put some sensors on my belly that track his heartrate, his movements and any contractions. They also give me a button that I'm supposed to push when I feel the baby move. The machine blasts the sound of the baby's heartbeat which put me to sleep instantly. I never pushed the button and when the doctor came in 20 minutes later, I'd had about 4 contractions. No big deal, they were braxton hicks and not painful at all. After that, we went in for my first pelvic exam. He felt my cervix and told me that I was about 2 cm and as he pulled out his hand, I felt liquid leak out. He looked at me and said, "I expect that I will hear from you in the next day or 2." WHAT???? Yeah, he asked, "Is your husband here with you?" WHAT????? no, Rob is at work 2 hours away. Oh my god, oh my god. The rest of the visit was a blur. He sent me to clean myself up and we went for the ultrasound. The baby was in position. At my last ultrasound, the umbilical cord was near the baby's neck but the doctor wasnt too concerned as it didnt seem tight. We checked that again and the cord was still there but he still wasnt worried about it. I'm sure that he told me many things during that visit but in my head I was freaking out. My thoughts were something like this....I'm not ready....I need to call Rob....I need to call my mom....I need to get a hotel room and stay here in town....I'm not ready....I dont have any clothes....I dont have my toothbrush. I told the doctor that I would get a hotel room and he was very happy to hear that. He told me that he wanted to see me the next afternoon if he didnt hear from me sooner and we would decide at that point if I would go back home or stay longer in the city. No problem. I can do this. I wont cry. I went outside and told the driver the new plan and I called Rob. "You ready?" "For what?" "For the baby" "Whatever. Stop messing with me." "No really, I'm freaking out and heading to a hotel." My poor driver, who by this time must have been really worried, kept his cool. He drove me to the Hilton since I had already decided that I was going to stay in style. Well, the Hilton only had Executive suites available which was not quite in my budget. Thankfully, the driver took me to a great hotel that the mine uses. When I checked in the nice girl at the counter asked how many days I would be there and I got to explain that my doctor thinks I will be having a baby any day now. I'll tell you what...if you want good service at a hotel, make them think that you are about to have a baby. While this was going on, I also called my mom and let her know that she needed to change her plane tickets and try to get down here. She quickly changed her ticket to the next morning and let me know that she would be flying in the next morning. I then headed to the mall to kill some time and buy some clean underwear, pajamas and a toothbrush. So there I was, wandering the mall in San Pedro Sula Honduras, having contractions, by myself. After a little while I decided that if I was going to have this baby tomorrow, I would go to a restaurant and eat a meal. I went to the Applebees and ordered and appetizer and as I was eating it, I had this thought....I must be totally crazy, what the heck am I doing? I quickly headed back to the hotel to call my family and friends and try to find a little sanity and eventually I went to sleep.
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