Last week, I saw Dr. R for my regular check-up. Nothing too interesting there beyond the disappointing bloodwork (see earlier post). I did ask her about my disturbing inability to exercise, which often includes even moderately paced walking.
Walking in to work, which used to take 10 minutes, has taken closer to 20 over the past few months, as I have increasingly more contractions while walking. I have had to stop and breathe through them on occasion. Even walking to class from my office can bring this on. Dr. R seemed more amused than alarmed, as is to be expected from her. So, do what feels okay and live with it, apparently.
Yesterday (Saturday) was a real test, though. I was tired anyway. I made a few trips up and down the stairs with laundry. Then I gave up on the loads and asked James and Jeremy to carry the laundry. Still, just the steps led to contractions so painful that I had to sit down. Momentarily, I felt panic. If I could be this miserable now, how would I survive labor? But, I must allow reason and not fear to rule. I have done this 3 times before. It will be fine.
I remember lots of these Braxton-Hicks contractions with John, too. Just not so early, and not so painful. Perhaps being 3 years older makes a difference.
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