Family all arrived on Thursday and Friday, and we’ve been hanging out, enjoying the relative calm before the storm this weekend. I had my membranes stripped on Thursday, which (obviously) did not work this time around – resulted in some irregular and marginally more painful contractions, but nothing exciting. I was only half bummed out – I would have liked to get this show on the road without needing to be legitimately induced, but my parents weren’t here yet, and it felt rushed, and and and.
My parents arrived on Friday – as I was driving home from work, I actually saw them pull into the RV park. I followed them in and surprised/scared the crap out of them. My dad didn’t even recognize me, as I sat waving at him like a loon from my car – he figured his giant RV was just in my way. I got out of the car and moseyed into the RV to greet my mom, and startled her as she was heading to the bathroom. It was funny and I’m glad I stopped. Also because I noticed they have a pool there! We headed back over with Eliza a few hours later, and she played in the pool a little bit, but much preferred the hot tub.
Saturday I was knocking out a bunch of errands and chores – mowing the lawn, cleaning house a bit, picking up my belated birthday cake (hmpf!) – and right after I finished the last chore, I decided we should set up the baby pool and the sprinkler and lounge around in the backyard while Bear played and entertained us. I was in the middle of this, baby be-sunscreened, setting up a seating area – when I stepped just wrong and rolled the HELL out of my ankle. Went down like a ton of bricks, scaring the pants off my poor mother in law – and it took me probably a few minutes of crying and swearing on the ground before I managed to tell her it was just my ankle, nothing to do with the baby. After the initial chaos, I propped it up on a lawn chair and tried to calm down so I could figure out what to do next. Ultimately decided to go to the ER, because it hurt more than any rolled ankle I’d ever managed, and there was no way in hell I’d be able to bear weight on it at all. I had to calmly call over the fence to my 7 year old neighbor to get her dad to help me, and between him and my dad, we got me into the back of a car and off we went. This totally wasn’t on my to do list.
We were at the ER for a little over two hours, determined it wasn’t broken, and I was sent off with an air splint and some crutches and a nice sense of impending doom. I hadn’t hit my abdomen at all on the way down, and the baby was bouncing around happily, so we weren’t worried about that at all. Suddenly, instead of wanting to kick start labor, I was terrified of going into labor, because USELESS LEG. With Eliza, I spent HOURS walking the halls of L&D, and the whole pushing the baby out process did involve some degree of functionality in my legs/ankles, even with an epidural. How exactly is this going to work now? And then, once the baby is here, I won’t be able to do anything except lay there and have him/her handed to me. No carrying it, no getting myself a glass of water, no taking my self to the damn bathroom (every four minutes, because remember how that works?). AHHHH. Also, it is hilarious trying to affix my ankle brace to my foot, since I have to maneuver around my giant belly and can barely reach the damn thing. Also also, I’m supposed to follow up with my GP or appropriate doctor “early this week” which haaaa, yeah I’ll be busy having a baby, oh shit. So, right, sense of impending doom.
Well, Saturday evening and Sunday were spent sitting still about as much as possible and getting a head start on warming up to letting people help me (I was terrible at that after E was born and I think that contributed to how long it took me to heal). Last night I was magically able to start bearing just a little bit of weight on my foot, and this morning I can hobble around slowly with just one crutch, so maybe this isn’t the end of the world. (It isn’t, I know, it could be worse and I have plenty of people around to help me. BUT COME ON.)
Obviously, life goes on regardless. I have an OB appointment this afternoon to try membrane stripping again, and we will schedule an induction for last this week in case it doesn’t work. (I don’t think it will work: I’ve been feeling positively UN-labory this past week, more so than the two preceding weeks, even. I think the baby decided it wants to stay put. WELL TOO BAD, BABY!)
So that’s what’s happening around here – a nice mix of boring and exciting! Now with cake! (Delicious, delicious cake.)
I had to eat a slice of cake post-ankle, pre-picture, because Happy Everything? Bite me.