Well, what weekend with a house packed full of out-of-town inlaws would be complete without a visit to the hospital?
At 2:30 on Sunday morning, I began feeling contractions that were regular and slightly uncomfortable. The midwife recommended I come in, and fortunately all the tests pointed to no labor.
But the medicine I got to control the contractions was like taking a handful of Benedryl, and I was comatose most of the day.
Overall, though, I was very glad to know the baby was safe and not ready to come out yet. 33 weeks is just a bit too early! But that's not to say he needs to wait until 40!
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