There are moments in life when you feel that all mayhem is breaking loose. That our reasonable expectations of day to day activities is apparently too much to ask. After having a cough for 10 days, I finally decided it wasn't going away and went to the quick care for some antibiotics (which I received). I made an appointment for Marin to see her pediatrician for the same cough. That day, driving back from Wal-Mart, my car battery began to die and we barely made it home and into the garage. As I dove out of our complex that evening for Marin's appointment, I coughed and popped a tendon in my ribs, bringing tears to my eyes. I pulled over and called Kris who was still at home, who ran down the street to drive me to the ER to be checked out. I knew of course that they wouldn't be able to do anything, but I had a very insistent and concerned husband at my side. So...home we came. I have been able to take tylenol and...fortunately, motrin since I am now full term (since it causes cervical ripening and possible dilatation), but it was been a very painful night, and my poor hubby has been picking up all of the slack for me. This pain of course brings much concern to me as I can barely blow my nose without pain and the thought of laboring and delivering a child through this searing side pain without drugs makes me cringe. We have worked so hard for an unmedicated delivery! I had a blessing last night and am feeling somewhat better, but I have a visit with my midwife at 4pm and am concerned that if I am any more than 4cm, I will need to be induced and receive that awful Pitocin. So, I am feeling a little stressed at the moment. Mayhem.