So Friday I feel like I am going to bust at the seams. Sitting, standing, lying down, it all hurts like hell. I call the doctor’s office, and they send me up to the hospital. In the middle of the work day. I was a little peeved, considering I need all the cash I can get before I can’t work for a while.
They get me in there quickly, make me put on the hot little hospital number (that awesome sexy hospital gown that makes everyone look like Auschwitz.) and make me lie flat on my back and goo me up for the fetal monitors. Mind you, lying flat on my back hurts the worst. So I spend the next TWO HOURS like that… and they finally tell me that since I have no symptoms of labor, the think that my stomach muscles are over worked and give me a prescription for vicodin. I’m thinking, is this really safe?
Part of me was hoping I was going into labor, and the other part was scared shitless that I was going into labor.
I am off to the doctor’s office for a regular appointment. 
