This is your captain... we are experiencing some turbulence

So, yesterday went completely against plans. I was planning on cleaning the critters and hanging out with Linda for a while, but nope, seems my body had different plans. During our trip to wal-mart I started to feel kinda 'yucky,' ended up in labor and delivery.

They hooked me up to the monitor for a while, and when they checked my cervix and it was closed, I was pretty excited about the idea of getting to go home and resuming my normal day to day. But then they said they wanted to keep me for observation for 2 hours! I was so upset... you know at the beginning of this pregnancy I was so happy that my doctor told me that I could basically function as a normal person... at the end of observation, after the contractions had calmed down and there was still no change to my cervix, I was told that my days as a normal girl were done.

I am officially back to my broken self... doing stupid things like having to buy 1/2 gal of milk because I can't carry a full one, and only taking the stairs twice a day. I am very, very bitter. I wanted so badly to be able to enjoy this pregnancy, while being allowed to handle everything around the house that is my job. While I know that I have to take the backseat and let people help, its upsetting because housework is my job, and taking care of the girls is my job, and now I'm being told "hey bitch, you can't do the only freakin' job you got..."

The final diagnosis was "preterm contractions," they weren't caused by dehydration, and they may honestly just be stress related... but what can I do about stress... look at the situation! And Im pretty bitter about it all. I just feel at a loss sometimes, and today was frustrating beyond words. dishes, laundry, dinner, and the entire time I'm trying to get things done, all I'm hearing is this siren going off in my head shouting "rule breaker, rule breaker..."

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