Yesterday came and went without the arrival of number two, but it wasn't for lack of effort. I decided there could be no less convenient place to go into labor than a rock show, so I packed Z into our new stroller and took the El to meet Josh at the Pitchfork Music Festival in Union Park.Pelvic pain had me waddling around like a caricature of a heavily pregnant woman, but I was lucky enough to get to stay in the VIP area, which offered room to spread out our blanket and free Chipotle and ice cream to eat. What it didn't technically offer is flush toilets, and Z refused to "go potty on the poo-poo" in a port-a-potty. Fortunately Josh's connections won us an escorted trip into the Field House where artists could enjoy the luxury of modern facilities.
On the way home, I hoped that one of the other riders might help me carry the stroller down the steep train station steps while I helped Z down. But the only person who paid us any mind was a certifiably crazy old lady who berated me for not asking her for help. She started yelling something about how I wouldn't ask her because she was Black, but little did I know she's "married to a white doctor" and her name is "Laura Bush."
Anyway, I thought all the stress and exertion might have paid off when I started having contractions around 2am last night. But it was false labor that went away after I'd walked around, used the bathroom and had a snack. But maybe today will be the day; I'm feeling pretty crampy and sore this morning.
4 comments:
Sure you know this already, but keep drinking lots of water. Dehydration can bring on false labor.
Also, something my midwife told me when I thought I was in labor with Lily - she said that if it was false labor an alcoholic drink would stop it, but would have no effect if it were real (but unproductive) labor, except to relax me and possibly make the labor productive.
The ex mixed me a killer screwdriver that I sipped all day on the 26th of August - and Lily was born the morning of the 27th.
I say send Josh over to Binny's and bottom's up, kiddo!
Nancy
Hope number 2 arrives soon for you!
Despite that, it sounds like yesterday was a pretty fun day overall. Although, probably would have been better without that run in with Laura Bush!
Alma, that is so cool that you met Laura Bush!! I am impressed with the people you meet on the El.
Aunt Sus
I'm sure the hot city heat of Chicago has you feeling wonderful in your last few days. Earlier this year I tried spicy foods, workouts, and every other wives tale to coerce baby #2 to come on out on his due date. The only thing that worked was scheduling an induction for one week post due date. My beautiful second son arrived one hour prior to his scheduled induction, the day after Christmas.
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