Triage Adventures

Yesterday was my last OB appointment until we go in for induction!! HURRAY!! It's been a fast AND slow 9 months. It's an absolute amazement to me how time can completely slow to a crawl when you are the most wanting it to speed up. This is no more true than at 1:30 in the morning when your hips hurt and you're having trouble getting back to sleep and you really just want the night to pass normally. I'm really looking forward to this hip pain being reduced soon. But anyway... Back to the appointment.... I've had protein in my urine for about 3 months now. Just traces, and it's really honestly because I drink too much pop and not enough water. My doc has scolded me about this, but has just kind of written it off as me being a bad patient. (lol) But this week I've been having low grade headaches (which could very well be sinus junk), and a touch of swelling (which is probably just the weight gain catching up with me), and then my blood pressure was just a tad elevated for my normal rates - 139/90. So all this combined, my doc decided it was better to be safe than sorry and sent me to labor & delivery for some preeclampsia bloodwork. I figured this was an in and out type thing. No way jose. Nothing in pregnancy is EVER that easy. I actually got ADMITTED for a non-stress test and the bloodwork. An hour and a half later, I find out everything is absolutely fine. My BP stayed around 118/72 during that entire time, Logan's heartrate had great rythmn, and the bloodcounts were completely within the normal range. So I was discharged.

This entire time, though.... John, my poor, wonderful husband who was just trying to be supportive and come to our last appointment, was stuck with the two wild children. This probably would've been okay if we'd had any idea how long things were gonna take, but as it were, he didn't want to go anywhere with them (besides to get lunch) because he didn't want to deal with the getting them out of the car only to put them right back in. So he spent the hour & a half in the minivan with the boys. I commend his patience and commitment to being a good daddy - both boys are still alive. haha

So all that said... We are still counting down to induction. No more dilation progress has been made, even with all the contractions (which makes me want to just scream, but whatever), so I've just resigned myself to living out the next week in a state of contentment. The boys are headed to my parents' house tomorrow... I still don't know how I'm getting them there or when. The fair parade is around 1ish I think and Mom & Dad are Mr & Mrs Fletcher this year - so they're actually IN the parade. Which of course I would LOVE to see, but I don't know if I want to handle the boys for the entire parade... add into the equation that I'd be an hour from my hospital... Hum... I just don't know if I'm gonna wait and take them later or WHAT! But no matter what happens, tomorrow night I will be child free and able to relax for a few days. There's not a WHOLE lot that still needs to be done around the house - I've been a major nester this past month - so more than likely I'm just gonna do NOTHING. Sounds absolutely GLORIOUS.

Well, anyway... we're heading to Norman to help Andy & Amy move apartments, so I need to get in the shower and get the boys dressed and ready to go.