After delivering the lovely jug of urine and having my blood drawn this morning, I finally have some results back. No signs of preeclampsia, and I’m very thankful for that. Pre-E can be really dangerous for both mom and baby, so thank God that’s not the case here. If that would have been the case, I would have been induced tomorrow or Sunday. It would have been nice to know for sure that I would see Lincoln, but an induction is always riskier than labor beginning naturally.
As far as my blood pressure, the doctor just said to take it easy and hang around my house this weekend. He said with the contractions I’ve been having, I could still certainly go into labor on my own over the weekend. If I don’t, he’ll see me Monday for my 40 week appointment.
I’m so ready to get this going that being told to “take it easy” is not really what I want to hear. I want to go find some stairs to climb or some other physical activity that could potentially start labor. I’m definitely getting incredibly bored and impatient, but thankfully Mike will be home with me all weekend. He’s the entertainment committee, and I hope he has some activities planned or he’s going to be stuck with a bored, grumpy pregnant lady ;)