Love Hotel

No. Stop Don't.

You know what's interesting? It never occurred to me until recently that I depserately do NOT want this baby to die.

That may seem extremely weird, but when I can't really see something, and it's just like a huge vascular tumor that moves around and makes me feel like crap I don't think as much about it as something with a life and a future and all that. Reading pregnancy, birth and chilhood books is all rather dry and academic. Mostly because they completely suck and are kind of like reading "Six Easy Pieces" (a pretty good book on basic physics).

I spent two evenings in the hospital because I was having contractions. Regular conractions. Which is bad. However, my cervix hadn't changed, meaning I wasn't really in labor.

I have had so many different things in my vagina this week. They did a vag ultrasound, which is where they put something like a regular sized dildo in the vag and then move it around like a joystick. I felt like making sound effects. "Whooouuup, brrrrssszzzzh, err Ah, err Ah, err Ah, Whooouup."

I had to go back for a bunch of tests and get hooked up to monitors and get the monkey looked at and peed in cups and and and...

And after it all, I came away mostly with a very strong feeling that it was very very very important that the little guy stays put. Otherwise, SGNP and I will feel very very very very very very very very BAD. Badbadbadbadbadbad.

"Get back in there you goddamned turtle!"

Posted by jlp716 at November 19, 2005 01:44 AM