Huzzah For Winnie

Had to go into the doctor for the second time this week (see previous entries), and lo and behold, after lying down for about 15 minutes, hooked up to the fetal heartbeat monitor, and reading a book, my blood pressure was a perfectly acceptable (for me) 132/88. My doctor was pleasantly surprised, and thus said, "well, you're holding steady, if not doing somewhat better, so let's just ride this one out. If everything stays stable, and there are no other changes (as in, liver problems, kidney changes, etc), we'll let you go down to once a week bloodwork and just see how we do."
When I asked about induction, she said "we'll see...I don't like to do them before 39 weeks if we absolutely can help it"...and there is why I love my O/B. She is not inducing as a Chicken Little, she is not doing it to make it convenient for her or her staff, she's holding it out as a *possible* option depending on how my body goes, but it is most certainly not the primary choice as we stand right now. Good on you, Dr. Rothstein. Granted, I still have to keep my life as lowkey as possible, which makes sense, because it appears to be working, but this is such a better spot to find myself in than I was anticipating after Monday's visit. I also still need to go in to see her twice a week, but as she pointed out, "I'd rather have you see me 400 times and have everything go smoothly than ignore it and have a disaster on our hands". Agreed.

So where does Winnie fit into all this? Well, the book I took with me to pass the time was volume I of Sir Winston Churchill's A History of the English-Speaking Peoples: The Birth of Britain. A very sonorous read, and I'm firmly convinced it helped keep my blood pressure at a happy level. Perhaps this new baby should be named Winifred Clementine...