So yesterday I ended up feeling like a complete idiot. {TMI Warning} I've been spotting for a while and my doctor has checked it out and said we're good unless it increases a lot or it comes with cramping or contractions. So the night before last I start to feel kind of weird and I start having some minor period-like cramps. I went to bed and slept fine (or as well as a preggo sleeps :P) and woke up the next morning and the spotting seemed like it had gotten a little worse. As the morning went on I did absolutely nothing but sit on the couch, browse Pintrest, and watch Season 7 of Hell's Kitchen but the spotting kept coming and it felt like the cramping was the same. Soooo... I called the doc. Better safe than sorry, right? I figured she'd have me come in, check for dialating, and send me home. No biggie? But instead she sent me to the hospital for a labor check. They did an FFN (which came back negative!!) and checked me (1cm, which is absolutely nothing to worry about) and hooked me up to monitors.
Which brings me to feeling stupid. I feel like it ended up being a big fuss over absolutely nothing. Aside from what the nurse called an "irritable uterus," (random hardening but not regular contractions) I was perfectly fine. I wish I hadn't even called in the first place because I was totally overreacting. To make matters worse, because of the irritable uterus, my doc had them give me a shot of terbutaline. Of course, I don't research it right away (because I naively trust the docs) and then Jon does some research on it. Nevermind the side effects to me (which I can handle) but my concerns are Baby Brother. The possible side effects to him have me totally freaked out. So now I feel even MORE stupid that I called my doc over what ended up being nothing and ended up getting meds that aren't good for the baby.
Live and learn. Unless I'm seriously worried I'm in active labor, I'm not calling the doc. She had said to let her know about any cramping but now I feel stupid because I've done this before, and I know how labor feels so if I don't think I'm actually IN labor, I'm just laying down. I know that my cervix puts me at higher risk for preterm labor, but we're only 2.5 weeks from the "magic" 36 week mark anyway.
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