Alright, I knew that going on a weekend 5 hours away at 28 weeks might have been a little less than desirable, but I figured better now than in another 4 weeks, right? Right. (Just agree with me.)

For the most part, the drive up was uneventful. I was having a few more Braxton Hicks than normal, but whatever. Old news at this point. We luckily had a room in the cabin owned by a friend…which is awesome considering 12 of our closest friends were also staying at said cabin. So, I made up our beds (bunk beds, I had the top since I was SUPER claustrophobic on the bottom) and enjoyed the day. We made dinner (what I assumed to be low-fat and pro-gallbladder: chicken breasts and potatoes) and later I indulged in just ONE smore. JUST ONE. Not long after this point, the contractions were getting to be annoying and slightly worrisome, so I excused myself and went to lay down with the fafillion pillows I brought with. They wouldn’t really calm down, and then my gallbladder started in on the fun. Did I mention the only toilet option was either an outhouse or a portopotty? BECAUSE THAT WAS IT. No flushing toilets. And then…the gallbladder hit. AWESOME. Needless to say, I went back to bed after some QT in the biffy and silently wished my demise to be more quick than was apparently going to play out.

The next day I felt better, gallbladder and contractions were back to normal. We spent the day in the sun and on the boat – it was quite fun. However, by evening, the braxton hicks were back in full swing. I ate dinner (this time, JUST chicken breast, and fruit) and laid on my left side…and nothing was helping. Finally, I called my clinic. I was getting worried – I was getting one every 5-10 minutes…and me being the worst mother-to-be…had NO idea where the closest hospital was should I need to go. I finally talked to the midwife on call and she suggested a hot compress of sorts and more laying down…and no more water. She attributed them to the fact that I had had a HUGE growth spurt in the past month (she kept saying “You gained FIVE POUNDS and FIVE CENTIMETERS in your fundal height” as if I wasn’t already aware of this…but apparently it’s enough to warrant additional braxton hicks.)

So, I went to bed, and after another full night’s sleep – I was better again this morning. And I couldn’t have been more excited at the prospect of spending 5 hours in the car because it meant I was THAT much closer to flushing toilets and a bed that’s not 4.5 feet off the ground.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my recap of traveling at 28 weeks with a shitty gallbladder and a uterus that just won’t quit. Don’t get me wrong, I had a lot of fun…but I’m seriously reconsidering any travel I may have to endure in the next couple of months.

So, all weekend I’ve been experiencing what I’ve written off to be rib pain. Rib pain is to be expected when you have a tiny human burrowing in your uterus, which is slowly expanding into your abdomen and rib cage.

However, I’ve realized in the past two days that it’s really only in one location – my right upper abdomen. And after MORE consideration, it’s the same spot I experienced discomfort during my “avocado” episodes – aka Gallbladder attacks.

I pretty much just sit at my desk all day, holding onto my ribs on my right side. It’s not SUPER painful, but enough of an ache to me EFFING ANNOYING and is getting to be a bit of a worry. Today I made sure to stay away from high fat foods, and unless dinner from last night is still somehow plaguing me, I don’t understand why I’m in pain today.

Now the decision making time – do I call the doc’s office again (I did yesterday and the woman just said to avoid high fat foods, or thought maybe it was just plain old rib pain) and try to have them get me in today or tomorrow? Or just wait it out and talk to the MW on Thursday during my regularly scheduled appointment? I’m leaning towards waiting. The pain isn’t stopping me from working, and I’m not nauseated or anything. It’s really just more aggravating than anything. Fingers crossed it IS just rib pain and isn’t my gallbladder.