My OB is in my ward at church. If you're not LDS, you might be more familiar with the term "congregation." When Danny and his mom and the kids were leaving for church nearly an hour ago I told him, "Glare at Dr. XXXX. And then tell him with a very stern voice, 'Take the babies out. I want my wife back.'" I also told him that if he should see Dr. XXXX get up and leave sacrament meeting in a hasty rush, he (Danny) should follow him because it might be because of my phone call.
I'm in pain all the time now. My uterus aches constantly even when I'm not contracting. I went to Labor & Delivery Friday night at 11 p.m. with contractions 4-5 minutes apart. After four doses of a drug called Procardia, the contractions slowed to 5-6 minutes apart. They gave me a shot of Terbutaline as a last ditch effort and discharged me after checking my un-changing cervix. So I went home jittery (from the Terbutaline) and within two hours started the worst headache of my life-- thanks to the Procardia.
I was instructed upon discharge to take the Procardia at home every four hours whether I have contractions or not until I reach 35 weeks. Well, I say to that, "flllllrbbbbtttt!" I'm not taking a drug that gives me awful headaches and doesn't dent my contractions.
So, just barely I took some Terbutaline. Why? Everyone is at church and I have contractions 6 minutes apart and I'm terrified of giving birth in the living room to twins knowing full well the first one is breach. And because Terbutaline actually helps. a little.
Honestly, I'm super excited to meet my little twins. But the very thought of having a twin pregnancy again is HORRIFYING.
P.S. Danny has pulled out all the stops when it comes to tact. At least that's how it seems to me. Last night I was telling him that my outer thighs feel weird like they're dense or numb-ish. And he said, "It's because you're retaining water. I mean just look at your right leg and foot. It looks like you're wearing a sumo suit."