Our Day[s?] Are Numbered

Still building castles in the sky! (Just...the...twooo of us, just the two of us, yooouuu and Iiiiiiiiii....)

Not much activity throughout the weekend and I actually felt markedly better this weekend and first part of the week as compared to the week before. It's definitely an interesting conundrum when you actually find yourself HOPING to feel yucky under the assumption that feeling yucky is the precursor to going into labor. You can imagine my surprise then, when upon getting my cervix checked on Wednesday I was dilated to a 3! All this time my body was working on getting this baby out while I was feeling halfway decent!

Also out of yesterdays' appointment, for the first time ever I had high blood pressure! Blood pressure numbers have never made sense to me because it's always been so good (or so they've told me), so when they told me that I was 140 over 100 I wasn't immediately aware that it was something to be concerned about until Doc came in and asked "What's up with your blood pressure?!?" Of course, I sound like an idiot..."Why, is it not good??" Apparently, not so much. So late in my pregnancy, it could indicate preeclampsia which in conjunction with a few other symptoms would have made them want to deliver ASAP. She immediately summoned me to the "monitoring room" where I was strapped to a couple of belts and a machine that keeps track of Baby's heart rate as well as my contractions. They also gave me a little button that I had to push each time I felt movement that was not unlike what I imagine the button looks like when you get to administer your own Morphine in more dire circumstances. Only in our case, instead of getting a hot dose of mind-numbing narcotics, we got a happy little music note stamped onto her charts! The method to the madness was first and foremost, to check on Baby and make sure that she's feeling good, and second, to sit, read, and relax in hopes to get my blood pressure down a bit. As indicated by the charts, the weather is just peachy in Uterus Universe and Baby is a happy camper...No wonder she doesn't want to come out! My blood pressure did drop ever-so-slightly which made her feel a bit more comfortable with sending me home with no immediate delivery plans. My prescription for the week was to immediately stop going into the office and come back on Friday morning for a follow up blood pressure check.

Probably the most exciting development coming out of yesterday's appointment was the definitive birthdate of our girl should I not go before then. (Which Doc thought there still is a very good chance I could given my move from 1-3 in one week!) We officially have an appointment scheduled for an induction Monday, September 8th at 7:30am. From what I understand after talking with other friends and family who were induced, this puts us at having a baby just around suppertime. Which will be fine because I have a feeling I'll be starving by then! Hooray for hospital food!

Here's a blast from the past...A bona fide 51 pounds later, I can't even imagine anymore...

Now:


Then, at 13 weeks, when I had written that I had just started "showing". Ha! This little grasshopper had so much to learn about "showing", no?!?:



So, as I've been telling everyone since yesterday, as pregnant and uncomfortable as I've been, it took yesterday's appointment full of new developments and actual, concrete dates to make this whole experience seem very, very REAL all of a sudden. I can't believe that in 4 days AT THE MOST, I'm going to be a mom. How bizarre. I can also tell you with utter certainity that next week's post will be very different than the last few since March.

Here's signing off for the last time as "Just Me",

Danielle