(This is the post I thought I lost. It turns out that I'm just not that observant on which browser I use. Most of the same info is in the post of almost the same name that I wrote last night.)
On Friday I had doctor extravaganza with Dear Old Dad. Firstborn stayed with Virginia Slim and we went to visit my Chiro Friend, who I had missed terribly. She couldn't really fix my hip and said I was like elastic, but that's a good thing at this point in my pregnancy. Then I had an ultrasound at a clinic away from the Arrival Specialist's. The tech was a nice older lady who measured/estimated Donald's weight (6 lb 10 oz) and I was able to see that his percentiles were 38th and 57th, depending on what you based it on. And she was nice and pointed out that he is still a boy and we got a nice view of his adorable feet. And he is "very much head down". It was probably the best ultrasound I had this pregnancy, equal only to the pregnancy diagnosis ultrasound to see the tadpole bean.
We ate chinese food at one of our favorite places in the boro for lunch and went to see the Arrival Specialist. My bp was a little high and the nurse said I wasn't walking like I felt well. I showed her my brutal feet and ankles. When Arrival Specialist came in he went right for my ankles to check out my lovely sporting edema and then did a little digging on my records on his laptop. Then he launched into giving me options of when to be induced based on when he was going to be at the hospital. I wasn't exactly expecting that, but it was a pleasant suprise. The options came down to tomorrow (Monday 5/14) or Saturday 5/19. Firstborn had a fever for some strange reason and all I could think of was bringing home a slightly early newborn around a rambunctious feverish 13 month old and opted for the later date, despite my high level of discomfort. I also felt a little better about letting Donald cook a little longer, so my delivery will be at 37.5 weeks pregnant on 5/19. I made the comment to Arrival Specialist about the friend saying I would go full term or late because I want to deliver so badly and he insisted that they wouldn't let me go that long with the hypertension issues I'm having. Its good to know I am being taken care of, and a teeny part of me was a little sad that the natural thing will never be an option.
Yesterday (Saturday) I was supposed to go to a YMCA to float in a pool early that morning, but my friend didn't get the message and was sick, which I discovered after foolishly waiting there for a while. I bought bad donuts on the way home and that didn't cheer me up. I got a nap and Virginia Slim offered to watch Firstborn while Dear Old Dad and I did something fun that day, since it was one of our last opportunities to do so with a live-in babysitter. Dear Old Dad offered to take us swimming, which was perfect. Firstborn loves the pool. We ended up driving all the way back to the Boro because their Parks & Rec facilities are much better than the large metropolitan area where we live now. I got to float, Firstborn got to laugh and splash and watch kids play and Dear Old Dad was a great daddy and good sport. We ate taco bell and drove by the old house to see that the owners practically filled the backyard with storage sheds and things. Its just as well that our dogs killed that grass.
Last night after catching up with The Big Bang Theory I realized I had not felt Donald move for a while (a little strange) and I had a wicked sharp pain in my side. It worried me and I felt more winded and more "high blood pressurey", which is hard to explain. After freaking out Dear Old Dad and pacing and thinking about it, we went to the hospital. During the 30 minute drive there, Dear Old Dad pointed out that we won't ever have a weekend ruined like this again (2 weeks ago was the 1st hospitalization, last weekend was the wildly innacurate bp cuff, now this). And it was a crazy stormy night with crazy drivers. Donald started dancing again when we got in the car (stinker) but my pain in the side was evil. We left around 9 pm, and I was in a bed finally hooked up to stuff around 10:15 pm. By then most pains were gone except for periodic crazy pains in the exit region. My bp was a little high, they took blood and urine and I was told that any other decisions would be based on my blood work. Dear Old Dad was asleep about 10 minutes later and I actually fell asleep to be woken up by a nurse around 11:30. My labs were fine, no proteins in the urine, but they still wanted me to do the stinking 24 hour urine, luckily at home. We were back in the car around midnight. I felt really foolish for deciding to go. Dear Old Dad was a sweetheart. And we will pay stupid tax with 2 extra hospital bills for visits that yielded basically nothing.
The good news is that Dear Old Dad decided to actually sleep in the bed with me that night (my snoring and bed hogging have been hard on him lately) AND Firstborn is feeling better because he slept through the night again.
Today, Mother's Day, we played hookey from church but went out to Chili's for early lunch. I was stressing over the chaos that Firstborn ensued and that I could not reach him because Virginia Slim and Dear Old Dad were on his side of the table. My need to control things is still very strong despite my complete lack of it. The self-manufactured stress wore me out and I took a good long nap when we got home. Virginia Slim really wanted to see the movie Dark Shadows, so she and I just went to see it. She's good about talking and criticizing random things in the previews so that made for a fun time. I got a sweet card from Dear Old Dad and ate a Sonic ice cream sundae. It was a good Mother's Day.
Much better than the ending of last Mother's Day. That hospital visit has been on my mind, even though technically it was more than a year ago. And an entire lifetime has passed since then, but I certainly don't want to go through anything like that again.
And I finished this book and I am onto reading this one. I absolutely love that it has a chapter of talking about how pregnancy is not pleasant and only freaks are lovely when they are huge pregnant and on and on about my feelings about not being a fan of being a blimp. It is very cathartic.
But all in all, it was a very good weekend. I had my last fun things and most of the week will be spent visiting the doctor, reading, knitting one more pair of mittens and getting naps. The bag is packed (and still in Dear Old Dad's car), Virginia Slim is making extra food to freeze and I will wrap my brain around how I will handle having my parents and Virginia Slim here at the same time.
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