Messed Up Morning

So, at my doctor's appointment yesterday I was feeling a little stressed and consequently my blood pressure was a little elevated. My doctor said to me to keep checking it regularly and if it hadn't gone back to normal by this morning, then I should call him. Well, after a long, sleepless, contraction-filled night where my blood pressure remained high, I started to think that maybe I should do something. Mark agreed and we called my doctor's office, he immediately called back ad told us to go to the hospital and that we would probably have the induction today.

I am home. Obviously, we did not deliver today. After hours of tests, everything came back as fine. The blood pressure came back down as we waited to find out what was happening, and the baby was happy and healthy (and really didn't enjoy being monitored). I was super excited that everything was fine, but a little let down that we couldn't just stay and get things done.
I was (and continue to) contracting fairly regularly, so I guess we will wait and see.

And the Date is...

NOT SOON ENOUGH!!!! Just kidding, well, I'm a little kidding, a little serious.

I went to the doctor today, planning for a Friday or Monday induction. Much to my chagrin, my doctor would not get behind either of those dates anymore. He was thinking that we could wait another couple of weeks. Full-term. Gross. Who wants to go full term when their doctor was originally saying 34 weeks?! After a little explanation from him regarding his travel schedule over the next weeks, as well as a few tears from me regarding my stress and anxiety level, he made some calls and we agreed on the 6th (next Thursday). I am really happy that he was willing to change his plans to accommodate us and that he listened to us.

Now, what the heck am I going to do with almost a week off? Work is done on Thursday, and I have nothing to do after that. I vote jammie pants, Cheetos, and bad daytime television.

Let me know what you think.

Waiting

So, here I sit, still pregnant, getting fatter, waiting impatiently for my doctor to say that it is time to be induced. As I sit I catalogue all of the body parts that hurt, ache, or are swollen. Then I remind myself how lucky I am to a) be pregnant, b) not have to wait until 40 weeks to deliver, and c) be having such a great pregnancy that my doctor feels confident pushing the dates back. Sometimes it is hard to keep perspective.
We are down to the last week and a half and part of me is super excited and the other half is quietly going insane. I really want to have this child; I love it already and really want to meet it. On the other hand, I have no idea what I am going to do once it gets here. Add those feelings of inadequacy to my building anxiety (my last child was gone at this same week gestation), and you have the makings for a crazy person.
Thankfully, between my husband, prayer, work, and loving family members, we are keeping the crazy thoughts to a minimum, and focusing in on the happy, excited stuff.
On a lighter note, you should see me try to bend to pick things up. It is a riot! Add that to the waddling, and I am quite the sight most days.

The Fat Lady is Singing, and We All Know what that Means!

I AM DONE. Sick of multiple bathroom trips, constant heartburn, and my husband's chuckling as I waddle up and down stairs.

With only a few weeks left now I am trying to patient and grateful for the wonderful experience of pregnancy, but, I will admit to struggling a little. The physical discomfort is only one thing. As I get closer to when my last child was born, I am getting a little anxious and I have to keep reminding myself to relax and be faithful.

This pregnancy has been so different from my last and there is no reason to think that it will have anything but a happy ending. The baby is big, healthy, and extremely active. For this, I am very grateful. My health has also been great, so I can remember to be thankful for these blessings. It is only when I am alone during the day or during the middle of the night when doubt tries to seep in and ruin my happy thoughts. Oh well, as I said, only a few weeks left, then the real fun begins!

Thanks for listening to the whine, I promise to try to be better.