I went to the OB today and everything is fine. I called to tell them my belly feels tight (like Braxton Hicks contractions) and crampy. They say it's ok to have those false contractions, but I just called to check in and see what they said about me having them 4-5 times an hour in the evenings and one an hour during the day. So they wanted me to come in to the office (of course). They tried to hook me up to the machine to do the non-stress test to monitor baby's heartbeat and watch for contractions, but the little booger wouldn't cooperate. Poor nurse, she tried for like 20 minutes with no luck. Then the dr did a test that showed that I won't be going into labor for the next 2 weeks. So I guess I feel better. I really wasn't that worried, but they just like to be careful, which is fine.
As I was walking out of the office, I saw a girl I went to school with. She really looked pregnant, and I definitely look pregnant. Those situations can be sticky. If you don't say something, then you look dumb for not mentioning it, but if you do, you could stick your foot in your mouth, like I did. So I ask, "You having a baby?" She says (with a smile) "I was but we had a miscarriage." My heart sank. She looked big enough to have been at least 16-20 weeks, maybe more. I said "I'm so sorry." She smiled and said, "It's really ok." I know she was putting on a happy face. I felt so bad for her. I should be more careful next time. But I will say lots of prayers for her. How hard it must be for everyone to know you were pregnant and lose the baby.