Or, how my 3 day weekend is now extended indefinitely.
I'm so, so, SO happy that M. and I got out of town this weekend. We had a wonderful time, enjoyed a delicious dinner, slept in, and made it to I.K.E.A.
Monday did not go as well...
We headed into the hospital for the NST for the babies. Those 2 trouble makers were just as bad as they were on Thursday. I don't think either of them likes the pressure from the monitors! The nurses had every trick in the book pulled out...we had double bands, washcloths placed under the bands, even an IV bag full of fluids laying on top of one of the monitors!
After 2 hours, they finally declared that the babies were doing great and let us go just in time to make it to my doctors appointment.
It started out fine...they checked my weight, asked how I was feeling, I left a urine sample. Then they checked my blood pressure. 124 over 88. Not good. I knew the doctor would not be happy.
She came in, measured my uterus...44 weeks! Then left me laying down for 20 minutes, to see what my BP would do. I laid there thinking about the beach, hearing the waves, silently begging my heart to behave.
It didn't work.
The good news? I'm not spilling protein and after some blood work, my liver enzymes are normal.
The bad? She pulled me off work.
So, I'm to lay low at home and relax.
I have such torn feelings about all of this...but I want these babies to bake quite a bit longer!
Hopefully, not working and hanging out at home will bring my pressure down and keep it from going any higher!
So, for now, I'm waving the white flag of surrender and putting my feet up!