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False Alarm

We learned something extremely important last night. I am not ready for Stacy to go into labor!!! At all. Last night Sara and I went out to the Anderson/Milford basketball game. Anderson won...Of course. After I put Sara to sleep, Stacy and I went into the basement to watch Lineman. Probably not worth watching.

Midway through the movie, Stacy was sitting on the couch when she screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She edged toward the edge of coach. Her legs were midway spread out and she was grabbing her calfs. All the way she screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

I looked at her and screamed, "Oh crap." We're having a baby....Two months early, but that didn't really cross my mind. The only thought that persisted in my mind was, "We got to get to the hospital."

I never thought to ask her if she was having contractions. I never thought to ask her about how far apart they were. I never thought anything other than, "Hospital, we go...NOW."

Stacy continued to hold her calfs, as tears streamed down her face. She was finally able to say, "Charlie Horse." As my wife sat in the I'm going to deliver a baby position I sat helpless. So I did the only thing I could think of. I ran upstairs and grabbed a frozen package of hot dogs. Actually, first I paused the movie, then ran upstairs for the frozen package of hot dogs.

I have no idea what I thought the hot dogs were going to do, but by the time I got back, the horses had ran away.

I'm so not ready for another baby.

Yawn

Watching Sara grow and become a real life person is amazing. I never knew it would be just as cool and exciting to read and see the knew things a baby in Stacy's belly would be doing. According to the ultra-sound this week, the baby can yawn. YAWN!!! Who knew. It is so cool to look at the ultra-sound and actually be able to see the baby yawn. During the ultra-sound last week, the baby had the hiccups. Stacy, over the past week, is really feeling the baby move. This week was a lot more fun than going to the hospital last week.

Scared

Yesterday Stacy went to her normal, bi-weekly, long OB appointment. She hates going to these appointments, because it is never timely or quick. She always seems to spend 2 to 3 hours in the office. After a few routine checks on the baby, the doctor stepped over to Stacy and said, "This may sound inconvenient, but I want you to go to the hospital."

Apparently the baby's heart rate was dipping. Stacy has been considered a high risk pregnancy, but up to this point I don't think she really thought of herself as one. Reality sets in when the doctor says, "Go to the hospital." She drove home to get me, and we headed down to Good Sam. Thanks again to Emilee for taking Sara. We have been so blessed with our former and new neighbors. (They have also been blessed.)

As we were driving to the hospital, I played every possible scenario in my head. By the time we got there, we were having this 2 lb baby that I was going to have to deliver on my own. I have a ridiculous imagination. It all turned out to be much ado about nothing. They monitored the baby's heart rate for twenty minutes and found nothing wrong. The doctor did an ultrasound and said the baby looked good.

On the way home Stacy said, "I wonder how many times we are going to be making this trip over the next three months."

I wonder.

Kickin'

Stacy thought she felt a kick for the first time yesterday. Yeah!!!