34 Weeks 6 Days

This weekend was Nonny's Christmas party and I really had a good time. Usually I am quiet and shy, but after being motivated this last week to 'kill em with kindness', I threw caution to the wind and mingled all night! No alcohol, no cigarettes, no crutch to ease the old social anxiety monster. It was extremely liberating; the last time I felt that self assured was in the 6th grade, I think. I got compliments on my sparkly blouse from everyone ~ even a stranger! I felt like a life-sized Christmas ornament, but I felt pretty (for the first time in 8 1/2 months). Anyway, the company put everyone up in nice rooms at the Sheraton Galleria (so the drunkards didn't have to drive home). We all met at the hotel lounge before the limousine/bus came to take us out to dinner at Hugo's, which serves a really nice south American cuisine. I ate scallops (well, I ate 1 and got full ~ my sweet husband ate most of the leftovers) served over spinach and sweet cornbread, and topped with a sweet sauce. Apparently it had a LOT of salt, because my fingers and wrists looked like balloons twenty minutes later. Then, we were off to Dave and Busters to play pool (I kicked butt, even though trying to shoot with my belly resting on the table was awkward). Half way through dinner, I started getting those same bad cramps as I had before Thanksgiving. I managed to stay out and about until midnight, but the cramps started getting so uncomfortable that Nonny and I went back to the hotel. Earlier in the day, my love asked if I wanted to bring my hospital gear just in case, and at 4am, I wondered if that wasn't such a bad idea. The pain was enough to wake me up and put me into near panic mode. I timed them at around three minutes long and five to six minutes apart (my cell phone has a stopwatch). After about an hour or so they started to ease up enough to fall back asleep, but it got a little scary there for a minute. Maybe I was a little dehydrated, had too much sodium...it was interesting. Thankfully it has been better today, but it got me thinking that in just two weeks, I'll be full term and could go into labor at any time. All this waiting and anticipation is killing me!
XOXO