Maybe I'm a Slow Learner

Doing dishes = contractions. Time to sit down at the computer and be a vegetable for awhile.

Shoot. I guess it's just another reminder that I can't just up and do things because I happen to have a day where things have been calm. If you remember my post from Monday, I was so upbeat over the lack of contraction action that I even hinted that if it weren't for the general discomfort I would be trying to take on my regular chores.

My confident attitude continued that morning, enough that I argued with Terence and insisted on coming with him to do the grocery shopping. (It's easier when I don't have to make a detailed list of every little thing I think I'll need.) But Terence counted every time I stopped moving and frowned because of a contraction and declared at the end of the trip he had counted 11.

Eleven contractions in an hour! Oh dear. That's way more than 8 or so that is considered a warning sign. It wasn't too big of a deal-- when I got home I got off my feet and drank some water and I didn't have any more. But when I brought it up to my OB on Wednesday(when she asked if anything out of the ordinary had happened this week), she was clearly taken aback that I had gone grocery shopping in the first place. I got a reminder that I am on "modified bedrest" and she wanted to make sure that I have someone to do my grocery shopping from now on.

Terence said, "I told you so."

I don't think I'm going to be setting foot in Walmart for the next couple of months. Unless I sneak out or something.

On the other end of things, I discussed with my OB the depression med dilemma. I reminded her about how I had taken Zoloft at the end of the pregnancy and for the first few months with K, and she wanted to prescribe it to me again. But I explained the whole bleeding situation (which was dealt with by my primary care doctor) and that threw her for a loop. She had never heard of Zoloft causing someone to have clotting problems (for lack of a better description). But she agreed with me that we could try something else, especially since I won't be breastfeeding. We're going to try Celexa first and if it gives me problems then I guess we'll try something else. But she doesn't think I should try going without any anti-depressants at all.

Fine with me. I have no desire to repeat the postpartum depression experience! Now if I can just get right back into my active groove after I have the baby, I think that will be the other piece I need to fight off any wintertime blues. Time to sign up for the Warrior Dash in April; that should provide the motivation I need to get back in shape quickly, right?