Quick update:
Last Wednesday, I wasn't feeling well. I didn't know how to pinpoint what was going on, I just "didn't feel good". Ever experience that? Anywho, my mom called and asked how I'd been doing. When I told her some of my symptoms (ie. headache for several days, lethargic, "just not feeling well", etc) she told me that I should stop into a local store and test my blood pressure. I did. It read 142/94.
Four weeks before this, my blood pressure was 90/50, which is a tad low, but still just fine. Once you get up to 120/80, they start to watch you because that is considered "pre-hypertension" or high blood pressure but not severe high blood pressure. Two weeks before this, my blood pressure had crept up to 113/70. At that point, I asked my doctor what was the magic number he was watching for.
The reason I asked him that question is because of my heart, the doctor has been watching me very closely throughout my whole pregnancy. He doesn't want my blood pressure to get too high because if it does, he'll have to induce me. If it gets so high that it's too dangerous to induce, he'll have to do an emergency C-section so that I don't have a heart attack or stroke. SO.... he's been watching closely.
The doctor told me that the magic number was 140/90. So, when I was sitting there staring at the computer screen telling me 142/94, I was a little concerned. However, I knew that this was a Wednesday and that I had an appointment with the doctor on Friday morning. So, I decided to wait. It was within 30 minutes later, I ran into a family friend who is also a nurse at a local hospital and I told her what was going on. She told me that I needed to go into the doctor and just have them checked. This was also what my mom had told me to do. So, I hauled myself into the doctor's office, my Superman in tow, and had them check. 150/85.
They sent me over to the hospital to have some blood tests run and do a non-stress test on the Rabid Beast. Four hours later, my blood pressure was still high, but not high enough and while the Beast didn't like having the straps across my belly and getting in her space, she was fine. So, they sent me home but the doctor told them to have me come in "on Friday if not sooner". We had our appt already set for Friday, so we went ahead and just stuck with that.
The doctor also put me on a "light work" order which meant that I could only work for a few hours on Thursday and needed to be resting otherwise. That night, my Superman was his usual Super self and completely overhauled the ENTIRE house. Which, let's be frank and honest, is 300 sf of Cave-ness. BUT, he still vacuumed, did laundry (including folding and putting it away), made sure everything was packed in our bags for the hospital, every dish in the house was clean, every surface was dusted, the bathroom was spotless, the dogs were in a good spot to spend a few days at my mom's house, EVERYTHING. We wanted to be ready for the next day so that when we went in for our appt and the doctor said "well, let's go ahead and get you started! Let's get this baby here!" we would be ready.
Cut to 10am the next morning, Alan and I are exhausted, but ready... and the doctor declares BEDREST!
WHAT?!?! Are you KIDDING ME?!?!?!
My blood pressure was at 128/75. And it was because I'd been resting. Grr.
Apparently, there was a law passed a few years ago because too many doctors had become induction happy and therefore caused lots of problems with newborns. My doctor would have had to have me at 140/90 or higher that morning for him to be able to do anything. So, bedrest it is. Until my appt this week, on Thursday. At 39 weeks, they are allowed to induce no problem, but until then.... there has to be "severe medical necessity" in order to do anything and unfortunately, I was only walking the fine line of that.
*insert VERY angry face here*
And I'm fairly positive of what will happen on Thursday...
We will go into the doctor's office that afternoon, he'll take my blood pressure which will still be hovering around 120-130 over 70-80 and he STILL won't be able to induce me. So, he'll tell me to see him the next week where I will be officially 39 weeks and I'll tell him that either I'll be getting induced or I'll be finding another doctor. I WILL NOT be bedresting for any longer than that, by thunder!!
* raised fist in the air, scowl on my face, and heavy panting like I've just run a marathon*
So, while I sit here on bedrest, I thought I'd update the blog. Because, really, how many times can you watch the same TV shows or movies or read the same books before you start pulling your eyelashes out and chewing your own hair? AmIright?!
Here are the pictures I've taken of the bump over the past 38 weeks:
I have a picture from 28 weeks, but it is saved on a disc that is currently located across the state. So, someday, in spare time *snorting with laughter*, I'll put it in here.
Anywho, if you're a prayer offering person, any prayers on the behalf of this beached whale who's tummy timer has popped and is SO READY for the Rabid Beast's exodus from the womb would be vastly appreciated!!
Last Wednesday, I wasn't feeling well. I didn't know how to pinpoint what was going on, I just "didn't feel good". Ever experience that? Anywho, my mom called and asked how I'd been doing. When I told her some of my symptoms (ie. headache for several days, lethargic, "just not feeling well", etc) she told me that I should stop into a local store and test my blood pressure. I did. It read 142/94.
Four weeks before this, my blood pressure was 90/50, which is a tad low, but still just fine. Once you get up to 120/80, they start to watch you because that is considered "pre-hypertension" or high blood pressure but not severe high blood pressure. Two weeks before this, my blood pressure had crept up to 113/70. At that point, I asked my doctor what was the magic number he was watching for.
The reason I asked him that question is because of my heart, the doctor has been watching me very closely throughout my whole pregnancy. He doesn't want my blood pressure to get too high because if it does, he'll have to induce me. If it gets so high that it's too dangerous to induce, he'll have to do an emergency C-section so that I don't have a heart attack or stroke. SO.... he's been watching closely.
The doctor told me that the magic number was 140/90. So, when I was sitting there staring at the computer screen telling me 142/94, I was a little concerned. However, I knew that this was a Wednesday and that I had an appointment with the doctor on Friday morning. So, I decided to wait. It was within 30 minutes later, I ran into a family friend who is also a nurse at a local hospital and I told her what was going on. She told me that I needed to go into the doctor and just have them checked. This was also what my mom had told me to do. So, I hauled myself into the doctor's office, my Superman in tow, and had them check. 150/85.
They sent me over to the hospital to have some blood tests run and do a non-stress test on the Rabid Beast. Four hours later, my blood pressure was still high, but not high enough and while the Beast didn't like having the straps across my belly and getting in her space, she was fine. So, they sent me home but the doctor told them to have me come in "on Friday if not sooner". We had our appt already set for Friday, so we went ahead and just stuck with that.
The doctor also put me on a "light work" order which meant that I could only work for a few hours on Thursday and needed to be resting otherwise. That night, my Superman was his usual Super self and completely overhauled the ENTIRE house. Which, let's be frank and honest, is 300 sf of Cave-ness. BUT, he still vacuumed, did laundry (including folding and putting it away), made sure everything was packed in our bags for the hospital, every dish in the house was clean, every surface was dusted, the bathroom was spotless, the dogs were in a good spot to spend a few days at my mom's house, EVERYTHING. We wanted to be ready for the next day so that when we went in for our appt and the doctor said "well, let's go ahead and get you started! Let's get this baby here!" we would be ready.
Cut to 10am the next morning, Alan and I are exhausted, but ready... and the doctor declares BEDREST!
WHAT?!?! Are you KIDDING ME?!?!?!
My blood pressure was at 128/75. And it was because I'd been resting. Grr.
Apparently, there was a law passed a few years ago because too many doctors had become induction happy and therefore caused lots of problems with newborns. My doctor would have had to have me at 140/90 or higher that morning for him to be able to do anything. So, bedrest it is. Until my appt this week, on Thursday. At 39 weeks, they are allowed to induce no problem, but until then.... there has to be "severe medical necessity" in order to do anything and unfortunately, I was only walking the fine line of that.
*insert VERY angry face here*
And I'm fairly positive of what will happen on Thursday...
We will go into the doctor's office that afternoon, he'll take my blood pressure which will still be hovering around 120-130 over 70-80 and he STILL won't be able to induce me. So, he'll tell me to see him the next week where I will be officially 39 weeks and I'll tell him that either I'll be getting induced or I'll be finding another doctor. I WILL NOT be bedresting for any longer than that, by thunder!!
* raised fist in the air, scowl on my face, and heavy panting like I've just run a marathon*
So, while I sit here on bedrest, I thought I'd update the blog. Because, really, how many times can you watch the same TV shows or movies or read the same books before you start pulling your eyelashes out and chewing your own hair? AmIright?!
Here are the pictures I've taken of the bump over the past 38 weeks:
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| 12 Weeks |
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| 16 Weeks |
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| 20 Weeks |
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| 24 Weeks (And excuse the fake smile, I didn't really want to take this picture, LOL) |
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| 32 Weeks |
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| 36 Weeks |
I have a picture from 28 weeks, but it is saved on a disc that is currently located across the state. So, someday, in spare time *snorting with laughter*, I'll put it in here.
Anywho, if you're a prayer offering person, any prayers on the behalf of this beached whale who's tummy timer has popped and is SO READY for the Rabid Beast's exodus from the womb would be vastly appreciated!!