Last night I was surprised by a solid hour and a half of baby movement. I hadn't eaten anything funky or full of sugar, so I was definitely taken off guard. This movement was pretty intense, putting a L.O.T. of pressure that I would normally say only would be felt in labor. It honestly felt like the baby was trying to swim out of my body. Interesting. So at 11:15 (after about 45 minutes of this) I called my midwife who talked me through things and offered to come over. Neither of us were sure that there were not actual contractions involved. We prayed together over the phone, then I laid down and tried to sleep. It was an interesting night of restless "sleep."
She's making a house call this morning. Can I just say, it's great to have a midwife? Who makes house calls? And now I will go sit on the couch with a large glass of pregnancy support tea and put my feet up while Aaron watches PBS. Sometimes, ya gotta do what ya gotta do, and not feel guilty about excess TV.
Isn't that stuff funded by the US Department of Education? *laughing my head off*