I wasn’t feeling well today, and all I ate was a bagel. Then this afternoon, I felt this sharp, shooting cramp in my abdomen. No biggie, I think, it’ll pass. Fifteen minutes pass, then thirty, and I am still cramping. After an hour of no relief, I call the doctor and CS and we are told to go the the hospital. Yeah, I figured they’d tell me that. Damn.

We get to the Labor & Delivery Unit and I get hooked up to the fetal heart monitor. Of course, by this time, the cramp is no longer sharp and shooting but dull and not worrisome to me. The RN asks, “On a scale of one to ten, where would you put the pain?” How embarrassing to say weakly, “Two point five.” I mean, I never told anyone it was hurting–I used the word “cramp.” What worried me was that this cramp was constant for over an hour. Boy, did I feel like a hypochondriac/paranoid/overly sensitive patient. I hate that feeling.

After an hour on the fetal heart monitor, the RN tells me that I am having contractions. Wha?? Since being on the monitor, I am feeling less and less of the cramp and no new sensation. And somewhere in there were contractions? I do NOT get this being pregnant thing. Nothing feels as I would expect it.

So what do they do to help me before sending me on my way? I am further embarrassed to say that they gave me a tall glass of water to drink. Water. To drink. I drink water all day long. It is ridiculous how much water I drink. Except today. Since I ate so little, I drank less than I usually do. And apparently that brought on contractions. Errrr.