We headed off to dear old Charleston!
We stayed at the Econo Lodge in North Charleston. I was a little worried at first, because I booked ahead of time - and they had a no refund policy... (And how many times have you heard something good about an Econo Lodge?) but it was the only hotel that had 3 pages of good reviews - and they were all recent!
Turned out to be wonderful! The staff was super friendly and helpful - and the place was sparkling clean to boot! (There wasn't even dust behind the toilet!)
I told you it was clean! I love a good clean room. I get nervous about hotels. I'm not a fan of bugs... and there was this time in college that everyone was freaked out by a bed bug infestation. I really don't want to deal with those...
It may have not been top of the line, but it was perfect for me and Ben!
It's a little harder to handle the heat now... sometimes you just have to do what ya got to do!
Random in the market: In case there's any confusion...
Ben made a friend.
It was a great vacation, but I was soooo tired! I ended up napping EVERY DAY. And it took me about a day and a half to recover from the 3 hour drive.
While we were down there my Braxton Hicks contractions started to worry me. I told Ben that if they kept it up, I would call the doctor on Monday.
Monday went okay. Baby was crazy active... but then Tuesday happened. I'm really embarrassed about this next part... I really debated on not including this... but I want to be honest, so here goes...
On Tuesday, I had three Braxton Hicks during the morning. They were a little stronger than normal. I called the doctor three times before I had the guts to leave a message for the phone nurse to call me back. (I knew I was just being a worry wart, but I didn't want something to happen to my baby and I let it happen because I was embarrassed.) I explained what was happening, and the nurse told me to come in so that they could check me out.
We got there a little by three. I stepped on the scale... (That one shocked me a lot. I interrupted myself mid-sentence with a "Holy Cow!") They took my blood pressure. (All good.) I peed in a cup. (That turned out okay too.) Then they took me back for an ultrasound. They measured my cervix. (We're at a 3.7 now. As I so eloquently exclaimed: "Oh wow, we grew!") and then we took a look at my fluid and the baby. (Also, all good!) My precious little girl has gotten so big and so sweet! Everything was good - baby is currently in the Frank Breech position. Her boney little hiney is sitting right on... well, everything... and her feet are in front of her face. (She's a flexible little one! Also explains why I'm always talking about her bouncing around on my bladder and whacking me in the privates!
(We got a quick little picture in 3D too!)
I'll be honest, early 3D shots usually creep me out a little... but not this one. I can't stop staring at her. Everyone else I show it to doesn't seem as impressed as I am... (Maybe it has to do with the lack of fat, the presence of wrinkles and strange, unidentifiable, inter-uterine... stuff?)
I'm all sappy and weepy like "ISN'T SHE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LITTLE ANGEL EVER SENT FROM HEAVEN?!?!!?"
Everyone else is all like: "That's nice..."
(Ben loves her, but he's still thinking the 3D is a little freaky. At least he agrees that she has some serious F.P. AKA: Fat Potential. And people - especially my husband - love them some chunky babies.
I guess I know the meaning of the phrase: A face only a mother could love.
Whatever.
Just wait - I'm sure the rest of the world will agree with me soon. :)
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