It's been a crazy whirlwind for the last two and half weeks but things are going incredibly well. I'm going to have to break Gavin's birth story and other happenings into multiple posts because there is no way I will be able to get all down at one time, so bear with me.
Friday, February 24th
I began having contractions that were anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes apart shortly before going to work. They weren't painful but as the morning continued they began to become slightly closer together (10 minutes apart) and more painful. It was my last day at work and I just wanted to make it through the day without anyone catching on. A couple of the girls that I work with offered to take me out for lunch so we headed to a mexican restaurant for lunch. Our waiter was hot (not important to the story but I'm just saying ooohh lala). Towards the end of the meal I had a contraction that was much more painful than the ones I was experienced earlier. The girls told me I should head up to the hospital but I was afraid to go because I thought the contractions were still not close enough together to warrant going to the hospital. I convinced the girls to take me back to work but that was short lived. A couple more people heard through the grapevine that I was having contractions that were about 10 minutes apart so the next thing I know I've got five women telling me I NEED to go to the hospital immediately. My two lunch companions decided to escort me to the hospital.
Upon entering the L&D, I instantly started regretting sticking to my guns and refuse to go to the hospital. The place was packed. There were a couple of women laboring in the waiting room while waiting to get into their birth suite. Surprisingly, I got into the triage area immediately. Once hooked up to the monitors, the nurse Kathy confirmed that I was having contractions but they were not close enough together. She told me to walk around the hospital for an hour to see if they would pickup in intensity. After an hour I could tell nothing changed before they put the monitors back on. My co-workers were entertaining at least. They had me laughing so hard, a nurse walked in to see if we were ok. She thought she heard crying coming from my room only to find out it was really laughter. Nurse Kathy walked back in to begin work to discharge me. This will be one of the most memorable moments of my pregnancy. As she was going through my chart she began to ask me about my pregnancy and how I decided to conceive through the use of donor sperm. She must have liked my answer because she began to ask me if I was dating anyone or if I was interested in being in a relationship. Not knowing where she was going with all of these questions, I told her I was about to have a man in my life and wasn't sure if this was the right time to start dating. She then begins to tell me about her 35 year old son, a fire fighter, and how she thinks I would fit into her family and how this would be perfect because she would instantly have a grandchild!!! She then writes down her sons name and phone number and tells me I should really consider giving him a call. LOL!! Holy crap, I just got picked up in L&D two days before the birth of my son!! She was so nice and funny, I took the number but still haven't called and really don't think I'm going too. I wonder if she does this to all the single pregnant ladies?
I left the hospital and continued to have contractions until 8pm that night only to have them completely stop again.