So Much for Friday Being the End...
So I'm on bedrest. Blech. So much for finishing out the week at work, then spending the next few weeks finishing little things, going for lunch, and having some last minute fun. Now I'm confined to the house, and more often than not, bed.
Starting tomorrow I have a neo-natal health nurse coming to the house to check my blood pressure and check in on me. Then she'll be here everyday till next Thursday when I get to leave the house to go to the hospital (oh, woohoo) to get another assessment, measure up Butterbean and I to make sure I can actually deliver them, then off to my doctor's office for my weekly checkup.
The nurse told me today that if my blood pressure stabilizes a bit then they'll only have to come every 2 days...until the baby is born. If it doesn't stabilize I'll be admitted to the hospital to keep me there till Butterbean arrives, and if it gets too high they're going to induce me. Sheesh. Can I do nothing without drama?
Apparently this baby has been blessed (or hindered, depending on how you look at it) with not doing anything quietly as per their mother - so I guess it's payback time for me.
One good thing though? I pouted in the hospital about missing my goodbye lunch at work tomorrow, and the nurse called my doctor and sweet talked her into letting me go, so long as I go for lunch and get my ass right back home - yay!