So, this week has been incredibly interesting. First off, Monday, I woke up having minor contractions. Nothing too painful but definitely regular. 10-15 minutes apart, lasting about 45-60 seconds. These didn't let up like my normal Braxton Hicks I'd been feeling (usually I could move around, shift positions, and they'd ease up. These were not.) They started getting a little painful towards the middle/end of the day. So I called my doctor. He asked if I was leaking fluid and I told him I wasn't sure, maybe a little?
So off go I to my first trip to L&D to get monitored and checked for fluid leaking etc. I wasn't. Everything looked great. So they sent me home. The nice one was that we got to see where we're going, meet some of the nurses, and otherwise be able to get a grasp of how things will happen.
Monday night, tried to sleep. Tossed and turned like normal.
Tuesday, I was feeling really exhausted. People told me I looked really pale and beat. The contractions were still happening at the same frequency but becoming mostly painful, instead of just sometimes painful. Made it through work, got home, crashed early.
Wednesday, got up, went to work. Then went to my normal routine doctor's appointment over lunch. By this time, still having contractions. I waited for about an hour or so, then got called in. I was chatting with the nurse like normal and she was taking my blood pressure. And her face went from smiling to really serious and worried. I asked her if it was high and she said "158 over 100". Yah, that would count as high. She put things away and told me she'd come back in a few minutes to try again. I usually have highish blood pressure in the normal range (hovers around 138-140/80). This was incredibly higher though. She came back five-ten minutes later, took it again, and it was 150/110. Now I'm worried. Doctor comes in, chit-chatting, and then looks at my chart doing the regular "Your weight looks good, urine looks good--oh wow, your blood pressure is high. We need to send you to L&D again to get checked out for Pre-eclampsia".
I asked him some questions, he listened to Molly's heartbeat, and then away I went to collect Hubby from work to go sit in L&D for 4 hours. We got there, I got all hooked up like I was supposed to. Of course, the minute I get there, blood pressure is back down. Got 4 vials of blood drawn, had a catheter (Joy ><) done, and otherwise was laying around on a bed listening to Molly's heartbeat and my blood pressure being taken.
The nurse, who was the same one from Monday night, really sweet gal, came back in and told us that since we were here, Doctor was having radiology come get me to have an ultrasound to see Molly's growth/age etc. We had a really great ultrasound tech! And got our next surprise of the day, when she asked me how far along I was and I told her (37 weeks). She got this shocked look and went, "There's no way you're 37 weeks. Baby's measuring 40 weeks and 8lbs already." Apparently, Molly is big enough that the ultrasound tech could barely get the readings that Doctor wanted cause she couldn't see everything. I know they're just averages and can be off by a couple of pounds, but still!
Fun fact of the day: Molly has a FULL head of hair! I knew it!
So after that, got brought back up to L&D. After another hour of monitoring, got told to go home and be on bedrest until my appointment Friday. We headed homewards, I called my boss to let him know, then called my temp so she knew to come in Thursday. Relaxed for most of the evening as much as I could, had my bloody show that night (TMI), and had contractions all evening.
Thursday, I woke up, said bye to Hubby, scheduled my appointment, and slept in. Then I got up, made some food, got a big glass of water, and migrated to the couch where I pretty much stayed for most of the day, relaxing, keeping my feet up, and catching up on movies. I napped a little, and was otherwise very bored. Contractions are about the same frequency wise, but are getting more painful. Molly is even lower than she was before. Things seem to be progressing!
I'll find out more tomorrow at my doctor's appointment. Call it instinct or mother's intuition or whatever, but I highly doubt Molly is going to be staying in there for another 2 weeks. I'd be surprised if I make it through the weekend. We shall see though.
All in all, it's very exciting to have things progressing and that Molly is almost here!
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