I managed to drift out of consciousness at 7am, when the contracting lessened briefly. However, the vicodin wore off at 8am, so I woke up when the contracting got more painful. Took more pain pills, got another hour of sleep. My husband got me breakfast, and ended up being late for work because of it. Oh well. I thought I should eat something. I've had lots of narcotics and no food in my stomach... mostly because I thought I was going to throw up because I was in so much pain... but still, the concept remains unchanged. Still feel like I'm going to throw up, and it's a pain.
Speaking of pain... yeah, you guessed it. I'm still in pain. It's not quite as bad. Rather than screaming, now I am just moaning and emitting high pitched whining sounds every now and then.
Which reminds me... My poor kitties were so concerned about me last night, they kept checking in on me while I contorted on the bathroom floor (I was trying to find a less painful position... didn't really work.) The fact that I didn't even acknowledge their presence did not deter them. Some of them still kept trying to nuzzle me, while some just stayed a safe distance away and watched and meowed every now and then. Most of them just did not know what to make of me, but they were concerned.
I can take more vi.c.odin in an hour. Maybe I'll get some more sleep when I do.
I called and scheduled my repeat loss consultation... it's going to be on the thirtieth. Seems so far away, but that's okay.
I am officially on a trying to conceive break, length of stay unknown.