The Final Countdown
I never was a metal head. Not even close. I adored a whole host of pop icons in the 80’s, transitioning later to an abiding passion for the Cure and other sullen, make-up clad introspectives, moving later to pining for a rotating roster of flannel-wearing west coast denizens.
Still, that said, as we approach Nugget’s due date, I can’t stop thinking about Europe. Not the continent, but the band, witnessed above, and their hit “The Final Countdown.” Who else thinks of their impending wiggler and immediately hears the tell-tale opening synthesizer notes of these long-haired Swedish dudes? Watch it for the leather pants and bad perms, if not for the occasional bits of scenery from their motherland.
We had a great nugget warming. It was full of good friends, beloved family members, raucous dogs, and spirited children. In another post, I’ll list what we ate, along with a few photos my sister Devan took. Suffice to say, it was tasty and I think our guests enjoyed gorging on the feast just as much as we enjoyed preparing it.
It threw me for a loop, though. I’ve always been a bit of an overachiever and carrying around a little dude on my stomach hasn’t seemed to put a dent in that. Of course, my body has a way of slowing me down. Completely. The day after the warming, I was nursing seriously swollen ankles, feet, and the ever-present, and worsening, carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands. Since Monday, I’ve had a chiropractic session, been given a complimentary rolfing session by the extraordinarly gifted Kate Vermeer Wilson (a momma-to-be herself!), and started having contractions. That’s right, folks. I’ve been scarce around these here Small Measures parts because Nugget started getting wily.
I had horrific pain on the right side of my back all night Tuesday. Realizing that might be indicative of early labor, I called my midwife, who encouraged me to come to the hospital early yesterday morning, where she’d been up all night delivering two babies. I arrived, they took a urine specimen (to rule out kidney issues, since the pain was localized specifically on one side of my upper back), and hooked me up to a fetal monitor. Turns out I was having contractions.
After confirming I wasn’t dilating, however, they gave me an IV and sent me home with a prescription for a muscle relaxant to take and get some sleep with, in the event that “true labor” should set in (I’d need to be refreshed and well-slept to handle labor after having been up all night the evening prior). I returned home, ate some food, took a bath, swallowed the pills, and hit the hay, for hours. After a little dinner and some Q.T. with Hubs, I went back to bed.
I was able to sleep overnight, waking every one to two hours, still with the lingering back pain. On my way out to the chicken coop this morning, I had a massive contraction, still on that back right side only. Turns out, that’s my uterus expanding and contracting, getting me ready for the big event.
Nugget’s due date is November 3rd. I’ll be considered “to term,” however, on October 12th (I’ll be 37 weeks then). We’re really, sincerely, truly hoping he’ll keep on cooking until that time, as home births aren’t permitted to occur if you go into labor before 37 weeks. I know you’re all busy out there, cooking food, caring for your friends and families, working your jobs, and more, but if you think of it, if you have a free moment, I’d love some “Keep On Cooking, Nugget!” thoughts sent this way. He’ll be fine at this point, should he come, but it would be best for him physically to hold on a wee bit longer.
‘Til then, cue the synthesizer.