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Last Monday I woke up with a back ache. Well, I was almost 36 weeks pregnant, so that's not that crazy. My very first thought was that I had a kidney stone, but I always drink SO much water so I figured that was a bit dramatic and dismissed it right away. In reality, it was probably just gas, the baby being in a funny position, or the typical aches I get when I don't exercise for a couple days. I needed to go to the post office, so I figured I'd walk there to try and work it out. It's about 1.25 miles away and I was able to walk most of the way there at a good pace. Just before I arrived, I felt like the pain was getting worse. I made one other quick stop on the way home, and the pain kept getting more intense. At this point, I was also nauseated and sweating/having hot flashes despite the chill in the air. I still had a mile to go, and I'm pretty sure I saw a couple snails passing me as I shuffled down the sidewalk with tears in my eyes. Adaline really wanted to stop at the park across the street and, although I had no desire to delay getting home any longer, I also really wanted to sit down and to not have cranky kids. So we stopped and I called Andrew so that I could cry to him. I told him that if it stayed the same, I would be okay, but if it kept getting worse he would need to come home. He said he had a meeting at 3 so it became my goal to at least make it until the end of his meeting without calling him again. (this was around 11:30 or noon)
We made it home, had lunch (I couldn't even finish my food because I felt so nauseated), and I put Matthew down for a nap. I told Adaline she needed to go have her own quiet time because I really needed my quiet time today. She fell asleep on my bed and so we were all able to take a nap for a while. That helped some, and when the kids got up we sat on the couch reading books until I called Andrew and begged him to come home. As miserable as I felt, I still wanted to go to yoga with the hopes that it would help me feel better. It was a good distraction and I felt good for about 5 minutes afterward, but then it came right back. At this point, I was thinking it must be a kidney infection because nothing was helping. My wonderful friend gave me some lemongrass oil to use and 96 oz of cranberry juice. I skipped dinner and drank water and cranberry juice all night long (I finished the whole bottle before 8am the next morning).
I was up all night long either going to the bathroom or because I was in too much pain to sleep or because I was having contractions. At one point I actually thought I might be in labor because my symptoms sounded like how other people describe being in labor, even though it didn't feel at all like my own experiences. Eventually I moved to the couch because I was so uncomfortable and knew I must be driving Andrew crazy. I was sleeping on a heating pad, and applying lemongrass throughout the night. At 5 or 6 I looked up when my Dr office or the urgent care centers opened and cried because it wasn't until 9am and I didn't know if I could make it that long. Andrew stayed home about an hour later than he usually does and helped me get the kids ready so I could take them to a friend's house and go to the doctor. When I dropped them off and was getting ready to leave, the pain suddenly stopped and so I waited for a while debating whether I should still go in or not (it's 30 minutes away). After hanging out for a while, the pain started to come back and I decided to at least call and see how soon I could get an appointment. The receptionist said I didn't need an appointment to do a urine test and that they would read it right away. Oops, I should have just gone in first thing like I had planned!
They found blood in my urine but no bacteria. The nurse said they would send it to the lab to see if anything showed up, and give me a prescription for antibiotics just in case. The midwife, who isn't my favorite, tapped on my back and asked if it hurt and then agreed with what the nurse had suggested. That night I went to my normal body sculpting class-still without the relief I was hoping for. After 24 hours, and another poor night of sleep on the couch, I didn't feel much better. Since I had my regular appointment the next day, I decided I'd give the antibiotics one more day to work a miracle. By this point I thought I probably had a kidney stone. I called my dad because he's had lots of them, starting when he was really young, and he said that's exactly what it sounded like. My friend had us stay for dinner which was SO sweet and helpful of her.
On Thursday, when I explained the whole story to my regular midwife, before I could even tell her what I thought, she said "that doesn't sound like an infection at all, that sounds like a kidney stone. I'm going to get you an appointment for an ultrasound of your kidneys STAT." We also talked about how maybe it was just a pregnancy thing and I was prepared to handle the possibility that I was just being whiny.
The appointment was only a couple hours away, so I had a bite to eat, dropped off Matthew's nap stuff and traded cars with my friend, and then chatted for while before it was time to go. The instant I walked into the hospital, I felt my pain go away/dull significantly and I told Andrew that we were probably about to spend a lot of money to find out that nothing was wrong. I think I was really worried that I had imagined the whole thing and was exaggerating normal pregnancy aches. But I also didn't want them to find a kidney stone because that meant I would still have to pass it. I was really torn about what I was hoping for. The ultrasound was more thorough than I expected and apparently I am "a rockstar" for how full I had my bladder and could hold it. Haha
I was feeling decent, and as I picked up the kids and came home I was worried/expecting to hear that I'm just a big baby. I knew my midwife planned to call me, but I was anxious to find out and starting to hurt again, so I called her. She confirmed that there was a kidney stone in the left ureter and offered to prescribe me some pain meds. I turned her down because I don't love taking medication in general, and so far I had survived without taking tylenol so I hopped that as it got worse, tylenol would be enough. She couldn't give me any more info and just referred me to a urologist and suggested I schedule an appointment within a week. I was able to get an appointment for the following Tuesday, but this was on Thursday so I was a little nervous about all the time in between! Especially because, after all of this I got an email with my test results which said that the stone was 8mm.
I was still sleeping on the heating pad on the couch, so I wasn't getting much rest, but the pain was dulled in comparison. I decided to stick with my plans to go with some friends to Time Out For Women in Sacramento because I'd rather be entertained and with friends while in pain than sitting on the couch with my kids jumping on me while in pain. Friday evening at the event wasn't bad at all, and I was even able to sleep much better than I had been.
On Saturday, we walked about a mile and a half to and from breakfast and I felt okay and felt decent for the first couple hours of the conference. At some point that morning, the pain started to quickly pick up. I wasn't dealing well and left to go cry in the bathroom for a bit. My sweet friend came to check on me and I could not keep it together. It was overwhelming that there was nothing to do but wait for it to be over and that I couldn't know how long it would take or exactly to expect. I finally took some Tylenol and hoped that would take the edge off quickly. Soon after going back in, it was our lunch break and we needed to walk over to where we had our reservations. On the way there, I was able to keep up, but things were going downhill fast. I was so nauseated but knew I needed to eat, I couldn't sit close enough to the table to get my food, I was having sweats/overheating like crazy and I couldn't think straight. I've given birth to two kids, one without an epidural, and this was the worst pain I can recall being in. One really fun thing about having a kidney stone while 36 weeks pregnant is that the baby got to kick me everywhere that it hurt and just generally help keep things uncomfortable. I also REALLY wanted to eat these fries that we ordered but I was feeling too sick to have more than a handful or two. I know that sounds silly, but I LOVE fries and I don't get to eat out that much so it was just one more thing to be sad about. I limped back to the conference center and spent the next hour forcing myself to drink lots of water and limping to and from the bathroom. By the time we left (we needed to leave early so another friend could get back for something) it was still hurting so much but kind of in a different way.
The first thing I did when I got home was put on shorts with the loosest waist band possible and get out the heating pad. After a while, I couldn't take sitting on the couch any longer, so I took another dose of Tylenol and went to walk around the apartment complex. I called my mom and my sister to distract me from the pain I was in. I remember joking with them that I felt like I was in the typical labor that you always hear about with the walking around and trying to be distracted/move things along. Except my labors were nothing like that and this was a kidney stone, not a baby. Haha. My sister, like many others earlier in the day, was trying to convince me to go to the hospital. I was being so stubborn for a few reasons: I was almost positive they wouldn't do anything for me because of being so pregnant, even if they would give me pain meds-which I thought was about a 50/50 chance-I was surviving and didn't want to have to take anything I didn't have to for the sake of the baby, and I was worried that since I was almost 37 weeks some doctor might want to take the baby via c section so that they could then break up the kidney stone. I'm not sure how realistic any of that was, but I didn't not want to go to the hospital if I thought at all that I could make it. Plus, all of the people I'd normally call to watch the kids weren't home so I just told myself I had to make it a little longer.
My sister convinced me to call her sister-in-law who had previously had a kidney stone while pregnant. I felt silly, but it was good because she reminded me that I had wanted to call the urologist and see if they had a 24 hour help line. I'm so glad I was able to get through to someone! The doctor confirmed that unless I was throwing up uncontrollably, had a fever, or absolutely couldn't handle the pain, there was no reason to go in. He also said that they care much more about the baby than me and so I was right, and they wouldn't do anything for me except possibly put a tube in my back to drain my kidney (which would relieve the back pain) while we waited for the stone to pass. None of that sounded good so I was happy that I'd decided to stay home up to this point. He also said that if my symptoms started to include what you experience with a UTI, that meant it would pass soon. Well, just a few minutes before, that was exactly how I described things to Andrew.
WARNING: This paragraph contains a little too much information about my bathroom trips. Feel free to skip ahead.
Between the pain, itching, urge to pee but only dribbling, etc I thought I would never fall asleep. Luckily, I was SO exhausted that I fell asleep sitting up while we were watching the rest of the BYU game and didn't wake up till midnight or so. The next 2 or 3 times that I went to the bathroom, I felt a burn that, to me seemed like the stone was right near the exit-just about to pass but that it hadn't gone through yet. I figured it would be pretty obvious once it had passed. In the morning I was so tired, but thought that the pain was gone. I napped while Andrew and the kids were at church and while our friends took the kids home with them so that he could go to his meeting (thank you!!). I was starting to feel pretty good, but still wondered if it had passed or not since it seemed like there was no way I could have missed it. Another amazing friend brought dinner for us that night. I remember thinking 'Andrew should have told her we are fine and don't need it' but then I realized that the only reason I felt like we didn't need any extra help was because Andrew had been doing everything and taking care of all of us. So I'm glad he got a break and we have great friends to help us out. The more I thought about it, talked about it with Andrew, googled, and continued to feel better, I became convinced that the stone had passed. I decided that one of the first burns must have been it passing, and after that it must have hurt from previously being scraped.
On Sunday night, I finally got to sleep in my bed again and other than waking up around 11:15 when Andrew closed my book and turned out my light, I slept the whole night until 6:30. That's more continuous hours of sleep than I'd been getting before this whole thing started! I am feeling SO much better and like I finally have my body back. I'd been so nervous about the stone/pain causing me to go into labor early or about being in labor while passing this stone, that I was pretty stressed-in addition to being in pain-all week. It was also mentally taxing because it was completely consuming my mind and I had no idea how long it would last. I felt like I needed to be focused on and mentally preparing for the quickly approaching arrival of our baby, and I felt like dealing with this stone was taking away my opportunity for that. I am so relieved that this is over and now I can pack my hospital bag/the kids' bags, make some freezer meals, catch up on bills and such, and get excited for our little baby to arrive. I am so much more excited for this one to come through than the last one. :)
Hopefully I've thanked all the wonderful people in my life in person, but I want to express my gratitude for them somewhere for me to remember as well. This whole week I've had friends and family checking in to see how I was doing. I called and texted my dad so frequently and often late at night with questions about what to expect or what various symptoms indicated. He was so patient and helpful. I logged hours on the phone with my mom and my sister because I needed people to talk to either as a distraction or just to get sympathy. Andrew has come home early, gone in late, and taken time out of his day to talk with me and let me confide in him. He took over with the kids as soon as he got home each night and stepped up with the laundry and dishes. He's been a lifesaver this week. One of my friends watched my kids for every doctor appointment/ultrasound last week and let me hang out at her house chatting and being whiny while she got the things my kids asked for and they got to run around and play. Another friend let me sit and chat with her while the kids played then let us stay for dinner and even take food home to Andrew when we left. She is also the one who took our kids and fed them lunch when she overheard that Andrew was going to bring them to his very boring (for them) meeting after church and who gave me oils and juice so I didn't have to make a trip to the store. Another friend brought dinner for us on Sunday. SO many people have shown concern and offered help even beyond what I've listed. Out of town family members checked in with me, prayed for me, and put my name on the temple prayer list. One of the sweetest things is that the two times Adaline said our family prayer this week, her entire prayer was asking for me to get better. I hope to never experience this again, but I am incredibly grateful as I look back and realize all of the wonderful people I have in my life.
Last Monday I woke up with a back ache. Well, I was almost 36 weeks pregnant, so that's not that crazy. My very first thought was that I had a kidney stone, but I always drink SO much water so I figured that was a bit dramatic and dismissed it right away. In reality, it was probably just gas, the baby being in a funny position, or the typical aches I get when I don't exercise for a couple days. I needed to go to the post office, so I figured I'd walk there to try and work it out. It's about 1.25 miles away and I was able to walk most of the way there at a good pace. Just before I arrived, I felt like the pain was getting worse. I made one other quick stop on the way home, and the pain kept getting more intense. At this point, I was also nauseated and sweating/having hot flashes despite the chill in the air. I still had a mile to go, and I'm pretty sure I saw a couple snails passing me as I shuffled down the sidewalk with tears in my eyes. Adaline really wanted to stop at the park across the street and, although I had no desire to delay getting home any longer, I also really wanted to sit down and to not have cranky kids. So we stopped and I called Andrew so that I could cry to him. I told him that if it stayed the same, I would be okay, but if it kept getting worse he would need to come home. He said he had a meeting at 3 so it became my goal to at least make it until the end of his meeting without calling him again. (this was around 11:30 or noon)
We made it home, had lunch (I couldn't even finish my food because I felt so nauseated), and I put Matthew down for a nap. I told Adaline she needed to go have her own quiet time because I really needed my quiet time today. She fell asleep on my bed and so we were all able to take a nap for a while. That helped some, and when the kids got up we sat on the couch reading books until I called Andrew and begged him to come home. As miserable as I felt, I still wanted to go to yoga with the hopes that it would help me feel better. It was a good distraction and I felt good for about 5 minutes afterward, but then it came right back. At this point, I was thinking it must be a kidney infection because nothing was helping. My wonderful friend gave me some lemongrass oil to use and 96 oz of cranberry juice. I skipped dinner and drank water and cranberry juice all night long (I finished the whole bottle before 8am the next morning).
I was up all night long either going to the bathroom or because I was in too much pain to sleep or because I was having contractions. At one point I actually thought I might be in labor because my symptoms sounded like how other people describe being in labor, even though it didn't feel at all like my own experiences. Eventually I moved to the couch because I was so uncomfortable and knew I must be driving Andrew crazy. I was sleeping on a heating pad, and applying lemongrass throughout the night. At 5 or 6 I looked up when my Dr office or the urgent care centers opened and cried because it wasn't until 9am and I didn't know if I could make it that long. Andrew stayed home about an hour later than he usually does and helped me get the kids ready so I could take them to a friend's house and go to the doctor. When I dropped them off and was getting ready to leave, the pain suddenly stopped and so I waited for a while debating whether I should still go in or not (it's 30 minutes away). After hanging out for a while, the pain started to come back and I decided to at least call and see how soon I could get an appointment. The receptionist said I didn't need an appointment to do a urine test and that they would read it right away. Oops, I should have just gone in first thing like I had planned!
They found blood in my urine but no bacteria. The nurse said they would send it to the lab to see if anything showed up, and give me a prescription for antibiotics just in case. The midwife, who isn't my favorite, tapped on my back and asked if it hurt and then agreed with what the nurse had suggested. That night I went to my normal body sculpting class-still without the relief I was hoping for. After 24 hours, and another poor night of sleep on the couch, I didn't feel much better. Since I had my regular appointment the next day, I decided I'd give the antibiotics one more day to work a miracle. By this point I thought I probably had a kidney stone. I called my dad because he's had lots of them, starting when he was really young, and he said that's exactly what it sounded like. My friend had us stay for dinner which was SO sweet and helpful of her.
On Thursday, when I explained the whole story to my regular midwife, before I could even tell her what I thought, she said "that doesn't sound like an infection at all, that sounds like a kidney stone. I'm going to get you an appointment for an ultrasound of your kidneys STAT." We also talked about how maybe it was just a pregnancy thing and I was prepared to handle the possibility that I was just being whiny.
The appointment was only a couple hours away, so I had a bite to eat, dropped off Matthew's nap stuff and traded cars with my friend, and then chatted for while before it was time to go. The instant I walked into the hospital, I felt my pain go away/dull significantly and I told Andrew that we were probably about to spend a lot of money to find out that nothing was wrong. I think I was really worried that I had imagined the whole thing and was exaggerating normal pregnancy aches. But I also didn't want them to find a kidney stone because that meant I would still have to pass it. I was really torn about what I was hoping for. The ultrasound was more thorough than I expected and apparently I am "a rockstar" for how full I had my bladder and could hold it. Haha
I was feeling decent, and as I picked up the kids and came home I was worried/expecting to hear that I'm just a big baby. I knew my midwife planned to call me, but I was anxious to find out and starting to hurt again, so I called her. She confirmed that there was a kidney stone in the left ureter and offered to prescribe me some pain meds. I turned her down because I don't love taking medication in general, and so far I had survived without taking tylenol so I hopped that as it got worse, tylenol would be enough. She couldn't give me any more info and just referred me to a urologist and suggested I schedule an appointment within a week. I was able to get an appointment for the following Tuesday, but this was on Thursday so I was a little nervous about all the time in between! Especially because, after all of this I got an email with my test results which said that the stone was 8mm.
I was still sleeping on the heating pad on the couch, so I wasn't getting much rest, but the pain was dulled in comparison. I decided to stick with my plans to go with some friends to Time Out For Women in Sacramento because I'd rather be entertained and with friends while in pain than sitting on the couch with my kids jumping on me while in pain. Friday evening at the event wasn't bad at all, and I was even able to sleep much better than I had been.
On Saturday, we walked about a mile and a half to and from breakfast and I felt okay and felt decent for the first couple hours of the conference. At some point that morning, the pain started to quickly pick up. I wasn't dealing well and left to go cry in the bathroom for a bit. My sweet friend came to check on me and I could not keep it together. It was overwhelming that there was nothing to do but wait for it to be over and that I couldn't know how long it would take or exactly to expect. I finally took some Tylenol and hoped that would take the edge off quickly. Soon after going back in, it was our lunch break and we needed to walk over to where we had our reservations. On the way there, I was able to keep up, but things were going downhill fast. I was so nauseated but knew I needed to eat, I couldn't sit close enough to the table to get my food, I was having sweats/overheating like crazy and I couldn't think straight. I've given birth to two kids, one without an epidural, and this was the worst pain I can recall being in. One really fun thing about having a kidney stone while 36 weeks pregnant is that the baby got to kick me everywhere that it hurt and just generally help keep things uncomfortable. I also REALLY wanted to eat these fries that we ordered but I was feeling too sick to have more than a handful or two. I know that sounds silly, but I LOVE fries and I don't get to eat out that much so it was just one more thing to be sad about. I limped back to the conference center and spent the next hour forcing myself to drink lots of water and limping to and from the bathroom. By the time we left (we needed to leave early so another friend could get back for something) it was still hurting so much but kind of in a different way.
The first thing I did when I got home was put on shorts with the loosest waist band possible and get out the heating pad. After a while, I couldn't take sitting on the couch any longer, so I took another dose of Tylenol and went to walk around the apartment complex. I called my mom and my sister to distract me from the pain I was in. I remember joking with them that I felt like I was in the typical labor that you always hear about with the walking around and trying to be distracted/move things along. Except my labors were nothing like that and this was a kidney stone, not a baby. Haha. My sister, like many others earlier in the day, was trying to convince me to go to the hospital. I was being so stubborn for a few reasons: I was almost positive they wouldn't do anything for me because of being so pregnant, even if they would give me pain meds-which I thought was about a 50/50 chance-I was surviving and didn't want to have to take anything I didn't have to for the sake of the baby, and I was worried that since I was almost 37 weeks some doctor might want to take the baby via c section so that they could then break up the kidney stone. I'm not sure how realistic any of that was, but I didn't not want to go to the hospital if I thought at all that I could make it. Plus, all of the people I'd normally call to watch the kids weren't home so I just told myself I had to make it a little longer.
My sister convinced me to call her sister-in-law who had previously had a kidney stone while pregnant. I felt silly, but it was good because she reminded me that I had wanted to call the urologist and see if they had a 24 hour help line. I'm so glad I was able to get through to someone! The doctor confirmed that unless I was throwing up uncontrollably, had a fever, or absolutely couldn't handle the pain, there was no reason to go in. He also said that they care much more about the baby than me and so I was right, and they wouldn't do anything for me except possibly put a tube in my back to drain my kidney (which would relieve the back pain) while we waited for the stone to pass. None of that sounded good so I was happy that I'd decided to stay home up to this point. He also said that if my symptoms started to include what you experience with a UTI, that meant it would pass soon. Well, just a few minutes before, that was exactly how I described things to Andrew.
WARNING: This paragraph contains a little too much information about my bathroom trips. Feel free to skip ahead.
Between the pain, itching, urge to pee but only dribbling, etc I thought I would never fall asleep. Luckily, I was SO exhausted that I fell asleep sitting up while we were watching the rest of the BYU game and didn't wake up till midnight or so. The next 2 or 3 times that I went to the bathroom, I felt a burn that, to me seemed like the stone was right near the exit-just about to pass but that it hadn't gone through yet. I figured it would be pretty obvious once it had passed. In the morning I was so tired, but thought that the pain was gone. I napped while Andrew and the kids were at church and while our friends took the kids home with them so that he could go to his meeting (thank you!!). I was starting to feel pretty good, but still wondered if it had passed or not since it seemed like there was no way I could have missed it. Another amazing friend brought dinner for us that night. I remember thinking 'Andrew should have told her we are fine and don't need it' but then I realized that the only reason I felt like we didn't need any extra help was because Andrew had been doing everything and taking care of all of us. So I'm glad he got a break and we have great friends to help us out. The more I thought about it, talked about it with Andrew, googled, and continued to feel better, I became convinced that the stone had passed. I decided that one of the first burns must have been it passing, and after that it must have hurt from previously being scraped.
On Sunday night, I finally got to sleep in my bed again and other than waking up around 11:15 when Andrew closed my book and turned out my light, I slept the whole night until 6:30. That's more continuous hours of sleep than I'd been getting before this whole thing started! I am feeling SO much better and like I finally have my body back. I'd been so nervous about the stone/pain causing me to go into labor early or about being in labor while passing this stone, that I was pretty stressed-in addition to being in pain-all week. It was also mentally taxing because it was completely consuming my mind and I had no idea how long it would last. I felt like I needed to be focused on and mentally preparing for the quickly approaching arrival of our baby, and I felt like dealing with this stone was taking away my opportunity for that. I am so relieved that this is over and now I can pack my hospital bag/the kids' bags, make some freezer meals, catch up on bills and such, and get excited for our little baby to arrive. I am so much more excited for this one to come through than the last one. :)
Hopefully I've thanked all the wonderful people in my life in person, but I want to express my gratitude for them somewhere for me to remember as well. This whole week I've had friends and family checking in to see how I was doing. I called and texted my dad so frequently and often late at night with questions about what to expect or what various symptoms indicated. He was so patient and helpful. I logged hours on the phone with my mom and my sister because I needed people to talk to either as a distraction or just to get sympathy. Andrew has come home early, gone in late, and taken time out of his day to talk with me and let me confide in him. He took over with the kids as soon as he got home each night and stepped up with the laundry and dishes. He's been a lifesaver this week. One of my friends watched my kids for every doctor appointment/ultrasound last week and let me hang out at her house chatting and being whiny while she got the things my kids asked for and they got to run around and play. Another friend let me sit and chat with her while the kids played then let us stay for dinner and even take food home to Andrew when we left. She is also the one who took our kids and fed them lunch when she overheard that Andrew was going to bring them to his very boring (for them) meeting after church and who gave me oils and juice so I didn't have to make a trip to the store. Another friend brought dinner for us on Sunday. SO many people have shown concern and offered help even beyond what I've listed. Out of town family members checked in with me, prayed for me, and put my name on the temple prayer list. One of the sweetest things is that the two times Adaline said our family prayer this week, her entire prayer was asking for me to get better. I hope to never experience this again, but I am incredibly grateful as I look back and realize all of the wonderful people I have in my life.
Latest update: I just had my appointment with the urologist and was not a fan. I told the doctor that the stone had passed and things were good! He said that I couldn't assume that because I don't have the stone in my hand to show him. I wasn't peeing in a strainer, and after some googling, I realized that my expectations as far as what to look for and what exactly would happen when it passed were a bit off. So I EASILY could have missed it. He told me that all the pain probably went away because it went back up into my kidney, which I'm just not buying. After telling me that there's no way I wouldn't know if it had passed, he said being pregnant helps them to get through and that the ultrasound doesn't provide a very accurate measure and it could have been smaller. So, in other words, I could have missed it? Haha
I'll have an X-ray after the baby is born and then we'll know if there is anything left. I was really hoping for some closure and some answers about why I might have gotten a stone considering how much water I drink or if there is a correlation with being pregnant. If I should expect more in the future. Why no one gave me much information and why they waited so long to see me. I don't need this stress so close to having a baby, so I've decided that it passed and I'm over it. Now I'm going to focus on getting ready for baby and not let this get in the way or stress me out. New mantra: I'm not going to pass a kidney stone while giving birth because it's already out. 😊
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