I have a wonderful client who writes an awesome blog about living in the country, being a wife and being pregnant. This is a recent story she wrote that I just have to share. If you get a chance, go check out Hot Belly Mama and read more of her delightful tales.
Thanks a lot Fonzi
I was about to fall asleep when I noticed that I could feel and hear my own heartbeat. It was loud. Maybe loud is not the right word. But as I was drifting back to sleep, it felt as though I was awash in the sound and rhythm of my own heartbeat. It was in my head, all over my body, in the sheets, surrounding me. Thump…. thump…. thump… Since I was falling asleep – I was only vaguely aware of it. But I did for a moment think about how this must be how it is for the baby. Awashed in the sound of it’s mother’s heartbeat. I felt calm, at peace… Ah, sleep here I come. Now where did Fonzi go? Then I felt another gush.
It was a small one and enough to make me alert. So small was the gush, it didn’t saturate anything. But in that moment, the soft thump of my heartbeat turned into a full on banjo drum going at a much faster rate. POUND. POUND. POUND. It was so noticeable that I forgot about the gush of fluid and brought myself into focus onto my heartbeat. If a little gush could cause my heartrate to speed up that much – what would everything else about childbirth do to me? A faster heartrate equals faster breathing equals less oxygen than goes on to higher blood pressure and you get the picture. So I remembered everything I’ve learned so far in all of my research, our birthing classes, the books recommended to me by my doula and even the things my midwives said. And I took a deep breath. It was actually hard to do that because my chest felt tight from that momentary anxiety. But it worked, and it brought that heartbeat back down. Thump… thump… thump… And I fell asleep.
This morning, when I awoke I told Bo what had happened. After I promised I would call the midwife, he kissed me goodbye and left. He’s pretty calm about this whole having a baby thing too. The midwife had me come in right away. Yes, you heard me right. I drove the one hour drive all by myself (contractions and all) to see her. I figured the worse case scenario is that I would have to stop, have the baby and drive the rest of the way to hospital. What’s so bad about that? The midwife ran some tests, checked my cervix and came to the following conclusion: my cervix was tight as a drum and my water had never broke.
So long story short, I dreamnt about the Fonzi and he made me pee on myself.





