Memories Imprinted in your Mind

This past weekend was full of interesting emotions and events. It all began while I was cooking on Saturday morning- I felt dripping (I won't get graffic, but you get the picture). I thought..."is my bag of water leaking??!! My husband looks at me crazy and says, "I doubt it, its just hot and your pregnant" I think that was his nice way of saying your BLOWIN UP, LOL. Just kidding, he is one of my biggest supporters on that.

I went to dance class after a 3 weeks hiatus with very little excitement because thats how much energy the teachers give. I danced like no other, trying to make the best of it and I felt 100% better physically afterwards. Headed to moms in preparation for the shower. We had all this bomb food (dirty risotto, pasta salad, sambusas, kale...). Although the turnout was VERY minimal, I honestly had a wonderful time. The atmosphere was fantastic - surrounded by beautiful women from all walks of life. One woman sharing my pregnancy bond and another in denial about the possibility of her joining us. We chatted for hours until about 10pm that night!

After all that wisdom, my mom and I conversated for another 2.5hours before i had to cut the cord and say, "mom, I'm out!" LOL. I had a feeling she could have gone for hour! I was out in 2.2 seconds until a 3:30am ring at the bell by my crazy husband and his delirium. Back to sleep until some fool decided to race in the back of the house - had me thinking they were going to run smack dab into us! Long story short...a sista didnt get no sleep and then my child wakes up chipper at 7am!!!

Sunday day, I was drained beyond explanation. I have never felt this way. My body felt like a bulldozer ran over it and I just couldnt move. I felt extenuating pressure in my pelvis that I have never felt before. Thank heavens my brother made us breakfast, then I crashed on the couch for 2.5 hrs. Went home and dozed in and out of sleep all day. But I kept my mothers day aspiration and did absolutely NOTHING.

OK, so Monday morning pre-term labor was heavy on my heart. I called my midwife and talked for a while and I felt much more at ease. I realized that much of this was my pre-existing fears from my first birth and going into labor early with all the other rollercoaster rides. I was worried that I would go into labor early while she was vacationing across the globe and be forced to jet to the hospital. I know that I have to meditate on some things and get my mental right. Thus far, it is a false alarm yall!