Whew!

At 32 weeks, our little pukey is pretty sure it's time to make his entry into the world. Not only does it feel like he's going to bust out through my rib cage, on saturday he decided he'd see how we felt about an early arrival. Braxton hicks are one awesome experience, but on Saturday I started having different contractions. We were a little nervous so we called the doctor and she made us (well, at least me) even more nervous when she told us to go to the hospital to be checked for pre-term labor. They hooked me up to a monitor and the contractions were coming every three or four minutes. Fortunatly I was not experiencing any other symptoms of pre-term labor(water breakage, effacement, dialation, etc) so they were able to stop the contractions with some yucky medicine and send me home. The doctor told us that if we can keep the stinker inside for two more weeks then we'll be out of the woods, but it sure seems he's anxious to get here. We are sure glad he didn't come saturday!