And The Fun Never Stops

Had to go in to the doctor today because my blood pressure has been hovering at a slightly uncomfortable level (though not enough for her to order me on bedrest)---it did the same thing last Monday, and of course, as soon as I schlepped over to the hospital to get hooked up to monitors, it plummeted to perfectly acceptable NON-pregnant levels, probably because it's so freaking boring in those rooms you basically slip into a coma.

At any rate, blood pressure is making my doctor minorly edgy, and now I am on this schedule of going into the clinic twice a week to get that checked, the fetal heartbeat checked, blood drawn---oh, and I have to do a urine collection over 24 hours to check for protein and all those other nasties. Nice. OH, and I am measuring a bit large this week, so have to go over to Stanford for an ultrasound tomorrow. OH, and we're not sure the baby has turned head down yet, so if she hasn't by next week, we start talking about how to turn her or maybe C-section.

The most frustrating thing is that I feel...ab...so...lute...ly...fine. Tired, yes, but what woman in late pregnancy isn't? To my doctor's credit, she did say that she is not completely stressing out just yet, but would prefer to "stare me down" for a few weeks so that we don't miss anything, and in all likelihood, all is fine. That being said, we are more than likely looking at another induction once I cross the magic 37 week threshold, so if Erin is reading this, you may get your wish and have a birthday niece...still, that's only two, two and a half weeks away, so I'm rather glad I got all the baby clothes and blankets washed yesterday.