Andrew and I spent the afternoon at Mama's house, so he could get some playtime in with his cousins, and so I could relax a bit on the couch going through my flyers and coupons. This was the first day of 31 weeks, and things were going great. I still had the occasional back pain and was tired on and off, but overall, things seemed pretty good for not being on bedrest.
That is what I thought until about 2:30pm. I started feeling some cramping, which could have been a bit of Braxton Hicks contractions, gas, back pain, etc., so I thought that I would go and lay down on the spare bed. The pain continued to get stronger until it felt like my entire abdomin was cramping. It was almost as if I was being tazzered with some type of electro ray. It was all over and not going away. I couldn't get comfortable, and nothing I did made the pain go away. This was my third episode with this type of pain. The first and second only lasted about an hour, so I thought I would wait this out.
It was nearly unbearable. I say "nearly" because I didn't go to the ER or explode or anything, so I guess it was bearable. I just can't discribe the pain. It is like being in active labor. The cramps are so intense, and there is no relief. You almost get to the point where you want to beg for drugs, as if you were actually in the labor room talking to a nurse.
An hour came and went, and the pain still lingered. It was horrible. What I thought I could handle went on for 2 hours in total. I also ended up throwing up a couple of times. I wondered if it was because I had eaten lunch before this set of cramps set in. The other two times occured on an empty stomach or a semi-empty stomach, but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that it might have had something to do with dairy and gas. I couldn't say for sure, since I have no medical experience, but this pain was real and intense. I did feel better after I threw up, and it made me think that it was probably a good idea not to have a full stomach when I go into real labor. That wouldn't be a fun experience.
My mom would sit with me as I moaned through the pain. She said that she hated to see me like that, and it just made things harder for her knowing that she couldn't do anything. I just hope it doesn't happen again, but I can be thankful that it happened at her house. Having Andrew occupied was one less stress.
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