A great trip to the ER

Last night I went to hop into the bath and discovered that I was experiencing, how do I say this delicately?  One of the early signs of impending labour; let's leave it at that.  Now, if this were to happen in about 4 weeks, I would be jumping for joy, but at 33 weeks gestation I was not jumping anywhere.

David, in true male fashion, freaked out.  I, in true Amy fashion, ignored the situation and pretended it wasn't happening.  Which by that point it wasn't anymore anyway, so it's all good.  But this particular early labour sign came with a revelation.

I'm Rh- and every pregnancy I need a shot of an immunosuppressant called Rhogam.  Technically, I'm supposed to get this at 28 weeks, but my family doctor forgot to remind me, my OB forgot to remind me, and I just plain forgot, and so here I am five weeks late for this shot and I really really should have had it by now.

Especially under, um, these conditions.  Surely everyone whose given birth is following the subterfuge, right?  Anyway, my friend Cari told me to drink some water and go lie down, which I was more than happy to do, and this morning I woke up and all was fine.  Except for the aching and the contractions.

My OB was out of town and my family doctor had closed his office so my only option was the local emergency room, in which I waited for over four hours to see a doctor for a 10 second needle in the backside, and to have a little arguement about whether I was in labour.

"But, Ms. Elliot, if you are in labour then we'll need to give you steroid injections, so we should do a cervical exam to check out your dilation."
"Hmm.  You see, I think that's a bad idea.  Because I'm not in labour."
"But you could be."
"But I'm not.  Because I'm not having any signs of labour and I'm 33 weeks along." 
"But if you were, that would be bad."
" I agree.  But I'm not."

And so forth.  I eventually just went ahead with the exam and, lo and behold, my cervix is so far away from being ready for birth it might as well be under my rib cage.  But I did get the satisfaction of being right.  And then I got  abig, fat needle in the bum, so pride goes before a shot, I guess.

In other words, I'm stiiiiiiilllll pregnant.