Yep, I am still at home. This whole thing is becoming quite comical. I was completely prepared to go into the hospital on Thursday. All the bags were packed including DVD's to entertain Eric and I, snacks for Eric, cameras, books, etc. Hell, I even packed a bag for Cooper assuming that my parents would need to pick him up that night. I told Eric how insane it was that I spent more time getting "dolled" up for this than I have for anything in recent months. Legs needed to be shaved and lotioned, toes needed to be perfectly painted, hair dried and straightened and makeup applied. All of this effort only for the nurses and doctors to see me in what I can assume will be my worse moments yet! Eric reminded me that no one will be looking at my face! Gross.
Anyways, so we go in to see the specialist which means I would be hooked up to the monitor to check the baby's movements and get my blood pressure taken even before seeing the doctor. Well, my child decides to put on a show! Never before has this kid bounced around like this while being monitored. We usually have a to wait for a few twists and turns before they will take me off. Not this time. The nurse came over and started to laugh and how active the baby was. I even got taken off the monitor early. Then came the blood pressure. My at home machine wasn't cooperating that morning so I had no idea what to expect. The first time was typical, 141/83. A big smile came across my face because I was sure this would put me right in the hospital. I told the nurse I was ready to go! But, she always takes it twice so I've had a chance to relax a little. Result of BP number two, 128/76. Are you freaking kidding me!?! In the last four weeks of seeing this specialist, my BP has never been in the 120's. Eric just started to laugh and laugh. For the first time, I was actually ready to go and was relaxed about it. I knew I should have eaten some salty chips or done some jumping jacks before going in.
However, I still had a shot. After all, Dr. Freakout has sent me to the hospital for lesser offenses (my protein levels were starting to creep up). No such luck. He came in, measured the baby (which currently stands at 6.13 pounds) and wished me luck for Monday's induction! WTF. I couldn't believe I was walking out of there.
It actually works out better this way. Eric won't have to take unpaid days off of work. He'll get a little bit more rest. This won't interfere with the precious Bears game. I can work a little bit more from home. My doctor who I've seen for years will be the on-call doctor on Monday. The list goes on and on. So fine, I can handle three more days. At least I know there is no turning back on Monday.
So for now, since everything is done and ready for this kid, I can just relax and really be on bed rest since I'll admit, there hasn't been much "rest" in the last three weeks. I may even convince Eric to take me to the movies on Saturday night, though he's already warned me that I can't have a pretzel or popcorn. Mean.
I guess I'll also take this time to figure out what this baby's name is going to be. We are good on our boy name, but last week, I threw another option into the girl pool. That leaves us with three options, which again, I don't think I will need. Hopefully by Tuesday we'll have it all figured out!
Enjoy the weekend and good luck! Seriously, can't wait.
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