We are a mess.

I had my weekly doc appointment Monday. In the previous 24 hours I'd taken 3 very hot showers to try to manage my contraction pain. I had another one in the waiting room. The thing about these is they leave me completely exhausted. Each one. I'm like a zombie afterward.

So by the time my doc came in, I was white as a sheet, and rocking due to extreme nausea. I couldn't remember words, my brain kept blanking out. My doctor asked if I wanted her to check my cervix, and I couldn't make a decision. Part of me was like, "Yes, I want to know where I'm at." But the other part of me was like, "I don't want you to have to do that. It's not really necessary." I told her I couldn't make a decision, my brain was too foggy. She got a little giddy and said, "Well I'll decide, let's do it, I want to know." Sometimes I forget how goofy medical people are.

I can't remember what she said. I think she said I'm dilated to a 1 with no effacement, but at the time I thought she said he was at a head station 1. She definitely said he'd dropped - he's measuring 32 weeks as opposed to the 34 weeks he'd been at the week before - and she could feel his head. 

My contractions and dashes to the hot shower continue. Ryan had to help me out of the shower last night, I was so light headed. He couldn't believe how pale I was. Just seems to be what happens to me.

Rory had her own drama this week, as she seems to have developed a rash behind her knees. We tried to figure out something to soothe it, but everything we put on - lotion, aloe gel - made her cry in pain, which was awful. Neosporin and snuggling into Daddy's chest for some rocking helped the most. The next day it spread to the back of hands, so I ran to the drug store for eczema lotions. That went on the back of her knees and hands with no fussing at all.

Ryan spent 3 hours at the emergency room last night when his nose started bleeding and after an hour hadn't stopped. Again with goofy medical people, a nurse got really excited about the size of the clot she pulled out of his nose and told him he should name it. They ended up having to cauterize his nose to stop the bleeding (after three hours of bleeding), which I imagined being done by a hot poker, but is in fact just silver nitrate. They did it twice to get the bleeding to stop. Poor guy. Thankfully it was not posterior, as that usually indicates the artery.

For my part, I sat at home and googled "Two hour nose bleed" and of course the TOP hit was about someone who DIED of a nose bleed. But that guy had been punched repeatedly in the face, and ultimately died of cardiac arrest. Only 4 people in the US die of nose bleeds every year, so I felt better. They think it was just caused by the insanely dry air and his sinus infection.

I turned in my laptop at work yesterday, and am happily nesting. I started doing dishes and accidentally cleaned out a cabinet. I've received a TON of formula in the mail, which is weird and creepy. Came with the line "You're almost done!" How does Enfamil know that? And if they know that, shouldn't they know I don't use formula? I didn't get any giant formula deliveries (I seriously have 6 kinds) with Rory, so I'm guessing this is because of buying maternity clothes at Motherhood Maternity. Hopefully I can donate all this stuff. It's gross to me that there is an unrefrigerated liquid on my shelf for the next 6 weeks that's intended for my baby. Ew.