Yep. It was one of those weeks. If you need to get caught up on the drama, here’s a bit of it in this post.
Since my hospital gig, I’ve been having contractions on and off for days, keeping me awake and giving my arsehole a run for its money. I’ve lost 3lb in four days from poo alone (and being afraid to eat because I’m afraid to poop). Just this once, I’d slap a granny to be constipated for a day. An hour, even. I’d take anything. I’m certainly living up to the nickname given to me by my loving father (“Poo Sue”). It’s actually come to the point where I’ve chopped up my post-birth maxi pads into sections, soaked them with water, froze them, and applied them directly to my balloon knot in sorry attempts at shushing the heat.
Sorry, I don’t have pictures.
As far as running went, I managed 8 smoky miles on Monday morning, 8 more on Tuesday morning, and then 10 on Wednesday before the shit (literally) went down.
I’ve just been doing my best to stay positive, and sleeping when I can, drinking as much water as possible, and eating whenever I have a window of an appetite. Andrew and I and Callum went to Red Robin on Friday night (I love their cheese sticks there, which are WAY better in Canada than in the States) and I took a bite of one of the hot wings and while swallowing it, I noticed that there was red blood on the inside near the bone. I pointed it out to Andrew and he brushed it off as one of those squiggly veins, while he slammed down 3 wings himself. I spat out my second bite, made him look closer at what he was eating and convinced him that they weren’t cooked. Then I spent the next 12 hours talking myself off the edge. I didn’t make myself throw up like the time I ate the plastic bag because I had only swallowed a small bite, but more so because the communicable disease that I would no doubt contract from the toilet seat in the Red Robin bathroom would be far worse than a touch of salmonella from the chicken.
Then, because Andrew’s parents were back from camping for the weekend, they watched Callum for us while we had (probably our last) date night on Saturday. We got all gussied up and went to the Cactus Club. Don’t forget though that between days, my nights were filled with insomnia, anxiety, poo, and contractions, so before I put on my dress, I had myself a giant sobbing session and then promptly pulled myself together.
I had zero contractions during our dinner, but then they started up right again once we got home. I woke up that night at 3am to more show, so I totally thought today would be labour day! But, nope. Not yet!
Oh! And so Jake broke his arm again! We realized that we’re tied 5-for-5 when it comes to broken bones and babies. Jake and I go big or we go home. So I brought Katie and Callum to the hospital, dropped Jake off in the ER (he was okay–just needed X-Rays and a cast) and showed Katie and Callum where we will be when we have the baby. I think it eased Katie’s anxiety a bit. It was tough for her the other night when we left in a panic, no doubt; I don’t blame her one bit. Katie is off to camp tonight until Friday so if we have the baby, we’re going to have to wrangle her back for a visit somehow.
Andrew’s parents are back across the line (about a 2 hour drive from here) all week until Friday, but my sister Tracey is about a half hour away if we need her.
As usual, Meghan from Clean Eats Fast Feets is the sexy host for the Week in Review, but those posts don’t usually go up until Monday, so make sure you come back tomorrow and check out what she’s been up to. She’s a little bit awesome.
As far as I know, I should be putting up a Running and Pregnant: 37 Week Update post on Tuesday, so come back for a visit then! If you’re on Instagram, make sure you find me there for super current updates.
Alright? Okay. I think that about covers everything for now. I hope you guys are doing well!
Have you ever had food poisoning? Over what?
Insomnia? How has your sleep been?
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