It's a bouncing baby.....

Kidney stone?!

Ugh....

Last Wednesday I woke up at 3 in the am to what mysteriously felt like labor pains. I woke up and tossed and turned for a good hour feeling that crampy feeling in my baby maker and lower back. Initially I figured, 'eh, it's just the baby growing again', because often times I get a little crampy when that happens.

It started to get a little worse over a short span of time, so bad that I could not sit let alone stand in one spot for long. I spent the next hour pacing the living room floor and leaning on the couch doing breathing exercises.

Then it hit me.

I suddenly had that 'I feel like I have to poop, but I know I really don't need to' feeling. Most women that have gone through labor know this can be a tell tale sign for the fact that yes, you are in labor. NOT a good sign for a pregnant gal who is a mere 18 weeks along....

I immediately called my doctor at 5:00am and woke her from her precious, comfortable, un-crampy slumber and described in detail what that last 2 hours had been feeling like. She told me she would be in the office at 7 and to just show up, but if it got worse, to go into the E.R. immediately. She explained that sometimes these can be signs of kidney infection or stones, or a good old bladder infection.

FABULOUS.

After getting off the phone and trudging back up to bed, I realized, this was in fact NOT getting better and I was scared. And in pain. And scared.

Nana came down to stay with Liv while John and I raced over to the E.R.

You know what my favorite thing in the E.R. is? The fact that they feel the need to ask you every question in the book right down to your preference over ketchup or mustard, while they know full well that you are a pregnant woman 18 weeks along who is experiencing incredibly real labor like feelings. I guess the deep breathing and tears and leaning on the desk with eyes clothes just didn't give them the sense of urgency I thought it would. Maybe next time I'll scream, 'WHY IN GODS NAME DO YOU CARE WHETHER I PREFER BOXERS OR BRIEFS? GIVE ME SOME FRICKIN DRUGS!!'.

Yes, I think that might get the job done.

Eventually I was hauled back to a room and was immediately given some wonderful pain meds via IV. Beautiful beautiful pain meds. I heart the pain meds.

We then heard the babys heart beat. I cried tears of joy. I don't think I realized how worried I was about it until we actually heard it. John had the biggest grin on his face. The baby was good.

They then wanted me to pee in a cup. Because of the fact that I had been on the toilet for the last 2 hours thinking I was needing to poo, I couldn't pee a decent amount of urine into that tiny sized cup to save my life, so while chug-a-luggin' on a nice big cup of water, they wheeled me down to the ultrasound tech to check on baby and take a peek at my sexy little bladder and kidneys.

No really, they were HOT.

After all was said and done, everything looked great and after seeing what appeared to be a small amount of fluid in my right kidney combined with the traces of blood that was in my urine that I was finally able to squeeze out, it was confirmed that yes, in fact, I had kidney stones.

*sigh*

I'm proud to say that by the next morning I was the proud mother of a precious little kidney stone. *grin* I felt like I should have named it or put a little bow on it's head. But instead I sent it on to the lab. Bummer. I had such high hopes for my little rock friend.

ANYHOO...back to the ultrasound. We got to see the baby. Not like a tadpole-ish looking blob taking up residence in my uterus, but an actual baby. We saw the precious profile. We saw feet and toes and fingers. We saw perfection.
Which got me thinkin'...if I can see toes and fingers, maybe she can see a wiener or a hoo-ha?? You better believe I harrassed her until she looked. Oh you better believe it.

She looked.

She knew.

We now know.

IT'S A GIRL!!

Another girl!!

Oh crap, I'm so friggin excited. Aside from the fact that this will save us so much money due to 9 18-gallon buckets of clothes I have of Olivias to pass down, aside from that, it just felt right-for us to have another girl.

John had been secretly half-crossing his fingers for a boy, because, well, what man DOESN'T want a little boy to rough around? But the second she told us to expect a girl, Johns face grinned wider than I had seen in a long time. That was so cool
He later told me the same thing-that it just seemed right for us to have another girl. Like it just fit perfect for us.

And he's right. Because he is SUCH a good dad to the little girl we already have, to think that I'm going to have two of the luckiest girlies in the world to have a daddy like him. *sigh*