False Alarm-Updated

UPDATE BELOW--Nothing dramatic, don't worry.

We had a little, uh, incident this morning. I'm not going to get into the nitty gritty, but I thought this morning I'd sprung a leak. The upshot: I didn't, but SOMETHING was going on. We ended up heading to the hospital just in case.

Now, since I'm past 34 weeks we went to the hospital where I'll eventually deliver. Where E was delivered, and Calla too. This was our first visit since Calla's birth, and I was, um, freaking out? Kind of. I knew Petit Trois was OK, as I could feel him going crazy the whole way there. As soon as I was hooked up to the monitor his heart rate was good, he was moving and kicking and just having fun. I was even having some contractions;  I couldn't help but wonder if this was the day.

Wouldn't that almost be nice? I've never gone into labor spontaneously . . . twice induced. And, if all goes according to plan, I won't ever. And I'm OK with that. But I was very unprepared this morning. We don't have the room ready. We don't have the car seat installed. I don't have anything organized or even remotely ready. And we had to hurriedly shuffle E off to my in-law's house. But, huh. If he'd come today, no more fretting over the amnio. No more stressing over his movements.

I'm cool, and he's absolutely perfect. The sonogram was fantastic--he was even practicing breathing. The last time we had a sonogram at the hospital, on that floor . . .  I STILL have a tough time thinking about it. It was hard taking the elevator up to the L+D wing. There were lots of nurses in there on our way up; they were all, "ARE YOU IN LABOR?!" And I was like, "Uh, duh, I don't really know." But thank goodness PT was still wiggling, or I'dve freaked way out.

All in all we were there for about two hours. Am I a teence disappointed he didn't arrive today? Maybe. I'm still not putting that car seat in, not unpacking any clothes, not digging out my nursing bras. All that can wait. And so can I--what choice do I have? Hoping, hoping, hoping for the best.

ETA: Please don't read this as a selfish, I-want-to-be-done-being-pregnant-preemie-be-damned wish list. OF COURSE the health and long-term well-being of this little guy is tantamount. Along with his arriving alive.  I should have written that it would have been nice for him to arrive COMPLETELY HEALTHY, not just early. Sorry for the confusion. I'd wait forever for a healthy, living baby.