'Ah, nuts,' says Mama.

Still pregnant. And thankful to be, in all honesty.

The day after Finn's asthma episode we tried to lay as low as possible and let those little lungs recover from the barrage of breathlessness followed by steroids. Our quest for mellow was only part-way successful as yesterday evening was Daniel & Bridgette's wedding rehearsal dinner and Uncle Nick and Auntie Casi and Duke the dog came over so we could all go together to the dinner.

The dinner was beautiful and poignant and amplified by the silhouette paddle-boarders riding the waters of Puget Sound against the backdrop of the Olympics. But by late Thursday evening, a slight back ache had turned into sharp stabbing pains in my right kidney that could only be relieved by laying in certain positions. By this morning, I was in gut-wrenching agony that felt like a tiny sharp pen knife was being jabbed into my kidney repeatedly, with a twisting motion.

After a day of tests, and doctors and ultrasounds, every serious pregnancy-related disorder was eliminated (thankfully. I had no idea there were so many and that they were so serious) and the only conclusion we can come to is that I had (and passed) a little kidney stone. Which everyone says is more painful than labor, and if indeed that is what happened over the past 24 hours, I agree, wholeheartedly.

So, no baby yet, and thank goodness. Passing a stone and a baby at the same time would have pushed my pain threshold to an unbearable level. And tomorrow morning we wake up to the wedding day of my darling little brother, so another 24 hours of pregnancy would be nice. Please.