|my view:looking down at my belly|
This is what I see when I look down everyday...and no my belly is not bare, I just happen to be wearing a yellow tank top.
Well, this weekend proved to very eventful indeed! It all started Friday night. All that night, I had these horrible stomach pains. At first I thought I was getting the stomach flu, but then I realized that the pains were radiating and that they were coming rather frequent. This happened off and on all night and morning long, until I finally got up at eleven. Then came the nausea and vomit...both not fun. I was supposed to take Einstein to the movies, but I was just feeling so bad and the contractions were getting stronger. So, I called my mom to pick him up. I felt bad doing so, but I knew it was the right thing, just in case I did go into labor. He was getting too worried about me. By the late afternoon, the contractions had tapered off. I drank lots of raspberry tea and even walked a couple blocks, but nothing. If anything, all that seemed to do push the contractions farther away. By the evening time, they had stopped completely. And that night I had the best night of sleep---ever! I woke up Sunday morning feeling so refreshed and awake. All the aches and pains of the months before were completely gone...I could walk around freely, as if I wasn't even pregnant. The husband and I decided to take advantage of my good feeling and ran some much needed errands--also, in hopes it was start labor again. However, no such luck. We ended up having a nice day, out and about, just like old times.
Yesterday, I finally able to take Einstein to the movies, as promised. We had a great time--just me and him and like old times. We then came home and he got to play with the neighbors one last time before they moved away.
The neighbors moving is Einstein's first interaction with losing a friend and let me tell it's been very hard. It couldn't have come at worse time. Now, granted, they are not moving far--just about 20 minutes away, but it's the whole "moving away" concept that hurts. It breaks my heart to see him so sad. I wish I could just hug him and make it all better, but I can't. I can only help him through the heartache and turn him to God---the ultimate comforter.
Overall, my holiday weekend was fun and eventful--maybe not all the way I had planned, but fun nonetheless.
How was your weekend?