Remember in my very first post how I mentioned some things may be a little TMI on this blog? Well this will be one of those posts. You’ve been warned. It could also be classified as one of those things you just never knew were part of pregnancy.
Why do I write about these things? Well one day when Lincoln is a teenager driving me crazy or doing something particularly naughty, I will make him read these things and say Do you see what I endured to give you life & bring you into this world????? Yes, these memories will come in handy.
I went to my 39 week appointment yesterday expecting the usual. Step on scale, pee in cup, take blood pressure, hear baby’s heart beat, go home. Not so. We got stuck on step 3. For the first time in this pregnancy (or ever for that matter) my blood pressure was high. I was told that I was now on bed rest, meaning I am only allowed to get out of bed or off the couch to eat & shower. Before I knew it, the doctor was talking stress tests, induction, blood work & 24 hour urine collection. Wait. What?
Yes. I was given instructions to collect every bit of urine for a 24 hour period starting this morning. They sent me home with a giant orange jug which must be refrigerated. That’s right. There’s a jug of pee in my refrigerator. Kinda makes me not so hungry when I open it up & look for food. I won’t even get into the ridiculous logistics of having to pee into a Dixie cup when you have a belly like the one seen in my post below. We just won’t go there.
So that’s my day. Peeing into a cup then dumping it into my big orange jug with lots of hand washing and sanitizing along the way. Tomorrow I will take my collection to the lab and then they will take my blood yet again. (That must make about 300 times that I’ve had to give blood to those vampires at the lab) After the doctor gets the results of the testing, he’ll call if he thinks I need to be induced over the weekend. My bags are packed, and I’m ready in case he says to get to the hospital on Saturday or Sunday. Thankfully, I’ve been having contractions already, and the doctor also said there’s a good possibility I’ll go into labor on my own before next week. Here’s hoping.
Lincoln, your mommy really loves you. I’ve had to do a lot of yucky things these past 9 months. All I ask in return is that you love me back and give me lots of hugs & kisses. Oh, and can you please come this weekend? I’m running out of things to watch on the DVR.