Before I even got to the National Mall on Tuesday to thoroughly exhaust myself, I was already feeling crampy and uncomfortable. I was clearly dehydrated, but was facing a morning without a bathroom. I kept myself dehydrated and ignored the discomfort. By the time I got back to my desk, I was miserable. I just couldn't recover from the combination of dehydration and two hours of walking and standing on the Mall.
So I did what any logical pregnant woman in her third trimester would do. I panicked. Not in the OMG rush me to the ER sort of way, but almost. I texted Nate to let him know I was feeling really, really awful, with semi-regular crampy squeezy contractions, complete with head butts to the cervix. I mentioned the same to a few close co-workers, just in case, and I started packing up my desk.
I printed on-going projects. I moved files to my personal external hard drive. I 409'ed the heck out of my desk. Everything that could stay at work was tidy. Everything I could take home to work on was in a tote bag. I left at 3:00, letting my boss know I needed a nap and wasn't sure I'd be in the next day.
Clearly my biggest problem on Tuesday was too little water and too much exertion. However, I can't shake the feeling that Gavin is antsy to make his arrival. I haven't quite gotten the nesting bug at home, but only in part because I'm too tired after work and I haven't been home on a weekend in a long time. However, I can rest easy knowing my cubible is squared away. I have a stash of work at home, and a little cache in a tote bag I've been taking back and forth each day. In the event of pre-term labor, at least I know my work-self is nested and ready.
My first internal exam is a week from today. I'm very curious.