TGIF

Friday, Friday, Friday! What do you do when you're actually depressed about not going to work? I woke up this morning and I think that I might have understood why people who retire get a little blue. Yesterday, when my doctor said it was time to be done working, even though it was kind of a traumatic day, I was JAZZED! Then this morning, I was really upset. (Until I fell back asleep and woke up feeling better than I have in a long time!)

SO! My week! I wrote that I had really high blood pressure on Monday, and they were running some tests. No one ever called me back. I called the doc on Tuesday afternoon to let them know that my head was still killing me, and by golly, they never called me back! The headache ebbed on Wednesday, then hauled back in full force on Thursday. Well, luckily, I had a doctor's appointment, and after they ascertained that my blood pressure was still high, the doctor said she had a few things to talk with me about. I interrupted, and said I needed to talk with her, too.

I just laid out my frustration, explained that I knew it wasn't her fault, but that I was disappointed about the lack of communication with her office. (This wasn't the same doc I saw on Monday.) So she said this: First of all, it was time for me to be DONE with work. She suspected that the blood pressure might get lowered if I focused on getting rest and relaxing. Second of all, she wanted me to go to the hospital for some monitoring of myself and Caleb. My blood pressure came down in only an hour and a half or so, which ruled out the possibility of inducing labor, and strengthened the conclusion that I needed to not be out and about all day anymore.

The awesome thing, even though I was in the hospital with a horrible headache, was that I just sat there listening to Caleb's heartbeat. When he kicked, he always kicked right where the microphone was strapped to me. It was so fun. And whenever he would move around, his heartrate would jump by more than thirty beats per minute. A lot of fun was had by all!

After the blood tests, they gave me some Percocet to knock out the headache. It was GLORIOUS! But I did get wretchedly groggy and dopey - which was actually also very fun! And Jonathan is so much fun at hospitals that it made me really look forward to going through labor! (He did take a nap at the end, but so did I.)

Anyway, so I'm at home today, taking it easy, and trying to keep my feet elevated in hopes of having the swelling go down. I haven't had luck with that in about two weeks, but hope does indeed spring eternal.

Take care of yourselves, and I'll keep you updated!

 Jonathan Fashbaugh replied...

I can't guarantee that I won't nap during labor too, but I doubt it. This weekend has been quite nerve-racking because Amanda has had several aches and pains that are contraction-like. I'm sure that many of them have been actual contractions, but not even early labor yet. We might have another month to go!! No one knows.