I have to confess--I'm new to the Jen Knepper world. But after receiving what was without question, jazz hands down (oh yeah, she busted out the jazz hands) the funniest email I’ve ever received from a stranger, asking me to do a guest post on her blog (or offering me her alternative--which was to "suck it") I just had to check her out.
So I clicked my way to her blog Maybe If You Just Relax, and after just a few minutes I was hooked like Lindsay on crack. I have spent way too much time reading through her archives and laughing my ass off--time that should've been spent researching breast pumps and making sure my TiVo was fully programmed so I'd have something other than infommericals to watch during those late night feedings. But bring on the Snuggies and the ShamWows because it was worth it!
This girl is funny.
And not just your average run of the mill, oh that's amusing, funny. Oh no. She's funny in a way I only like to think I am after a bottle or two of wine. So funny, in fact, that I decided I needed to share her with all of you, so I asked her to do a guest post for my blog as well. Check it out below--I'm sure you'll agree!
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I'm so excited to be here guest posting for Dusty! I'm a huge fan of All Things G&D, and feel like a little bit of a celebrity right now. You know, like, the fat celebrity who went to Cabo and then had her thigh and butt cellulite plastered all over Star Magazine the next day.
You know what else I'm excited about? BABY G&D! And since I'm sure Dusty is nervous for the big day, I'd like to help get her mentally prepared by sharing my birth story with her. And all of you.
(You're welcome/I'm sorry. Whichever applies.)
The End of the World As We Know It
I have to make a confession: I don't like reading birth stories. Most of the time, they are filled with way too many uninteresting details and since I have the attention span of a monkey on crack, I cannot finish reading loooooooong birth story posts.
So that is why I put off and put off writing a blog post. Because I know that nobody cares what time I got an IV (7 O'Clock) or what I was wearing when I found out I was in labor (clothes. I was wearing clothes). But I had my daughter on Valentine's day this year, and by April I decided that I should write down the dirty details before they disappeared in mommy brain haze.
On Thursday the 12th, I woke up to a...gush. (Or, what felt like a gush until they broke my water at the hospital and I learned what a GUSH really feels like!) I had fluid and mucous all down my leg. One of my favorite ways to wake up? Is to slime on my leg. Delicious.
Now. The responsible thing to do would be to call your OB and see what they think. That would be the responsible thing. The Uber Pregnant Jen, however, decided that she should wait until after her highlight appointment to call the doctor. Because what if they made me go to labor and delivery? What about my hair? ROOTS! GAH!
After my highlights, I called the OB. They sent me to labor and delivery. My hair looked
awesome.
It turns out that I didn't leak amniotic fluid, so after 3 hours I was sent on my way. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful.
The next day, FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH, I had my 38 week appointment. I planned to argue with Sexy Suzie (my hot OB) because I didn't want to be induced. We had our ultrasound first, then we went into the room for my weekly nonstress test. They wanted to make sure my Gestational Diabetes wasn't causing me to gestate Godzilla. The NST was perfect as always, and the baby was measuring at 6 pounds 12 ounces. Gestational Diabetes my ass!
The nurse came in to take my blood pressure. I was sad in the first place because my favorite nurse wasn't there, and instead we had to talk to Snaggle Tooth Nurse who goes on and on and on about the most ridiculous things before she does what she needs to do. And I'm not sure if you heard? But I'm impatient and slightly bitchy at all times. So she annoyed me.
Anyway. The blood pressure. She took it, said, "Hmmm..." and walked out of the room to get the doctor.
Shit.
You figure it's pretty bad if they don't even tell you what it is, right? It had been creeping up every week, and I was pretty swollen, but they didn't seem concerned until now.
Sexy Suzie came in and said that I had to go to Labor and Delivery AGAIN and have my BP monitored. If it didn't go down, I would be induced that night. If it did, I was to go in on Tuesday the 17th to be induced. Just to dig the dagger in a bit deeper, she said that she was going to let me go until my due date until my blood pressure was so high.
Shit.
I didn't ask what it was. Because the whole thing was scary and I just figured I'd go to L&D again and come home late again. But we did go home and get my bag just in case.
Good thing!
My blood pressure did come down, but my cervix and uterus, those tricky bitches, had different plans. I was having contractions and dilating on my own!
The one thing I always wanted to know and could never get a good answer - What do contractions feel like and how bad do they hurt? And my answer is: Meh. I didn't really realize I was even having contractions, I just thought I was kind of crampy. Like, I was going to get my period in a few days. Of course, I have been known to curl up into a useless ball of painful cramps during my periods. So you and I might have different points of reference.
Also? I got an epidural. Because any time pain is unnecessary? I avoid it. Call me crazy.
Upon hearing the news that I was in labor, my very first thought was: I am so glad I ate that Chicken Tender Melt from Perkins for lunch. I'm sentimental like that.
After calling the parentals to let them know, we were whisked off to a labor room, I was hooked up to an IV, and all we had to do was waaaaaaaait. And TEXT. I think I sent and received eleventy thousand texts that night.
My nurse?? Was...interesting.
She looked exactly like this:

Except she was wearing scrubs.
You know when you go to the bank? And you get stuck with the new teller, who has someone looking over her shoulder and saying things like, "make sure the ones don't stick together!" And you're all Sonofabitch This Always Happens To Me? And you watch all the other lines disappear before you even get started?
That's kind of how it was in Labor and Delivery. I had the new nurse, who had old nurses looking over her shoulder and questioning her constantly.
Except I was at the hospital and instead of dollars we were dealing in vagina.
For fear of overstaying my welcome, I will
shut my yapper thank you for your time, and direct you to the next part of my overly-long birth story,
which you can find right here.