"Seriously, I was not planning on bein' here all day, y'all."

I had an OB doc appointment today at around 9:30 this morning. I didn't leave the hospital (where my doc's offices are) until around 3 p.m.

Why was I there that long?

High blood pressure. Ugh.

At first my bottom number (diastolic) was high...then my top number (systolic) started creeping upwards, too. Next thing I know, I'm getting the preeclampsia speech, sent waddling down to the lab, and then making my way to the labor/delivery triage area for the baby and I to be monitored. Thankfully the jerk that I encountered at my last visit -the one who went on a Tylenol tirade last time I was there- was no where to be seen. I was surrounded with competent and caring professionals for the duration of my stay. This was great for keeping the blood pressure down...'cause going postal on that guy, if he'd have been there, would not have been ideal. I'm just sayin'.

The bp did eventually go down and the baby's heart rate was fine. I was contracting a bit, but they weren't coming at regular intervals. I was sent home with lots of advice and cautionary tales....and an obnoxious looking container to put my 24-hour urine collect in. Too much info? So sorry! Bein' prego ain't an elegant thang, y'all.

The Hubby and I don't think we're going to make the April 11th due date. Heck, my doc doesn't even think I'll be much longer, either. She says this wouldn't be a bad thing since the baby looks like he's fully developed from all the info she was looking at. We'll just have to wait and see....

Getting closer....

Now, I know that the little pregnancy ticker to the left that's tracking my progress says I'm around 35 weeks. I feel like I'm closer to 39 weeks and, developmentally, the baby is a bit further along than 35 weeks. I've been contracting with more intensity the last few days and if I'm on my feet for even two seconds, they swell to the size of pontoon boats. The baby has dropped and feels like if he gets any lower, I'm going to see a little hand waving at the world....That was gross. Sorry! If you've had a baby, you know what I'm sayin', though.

The Hubby has been helpful. Although, I know he's worried and he gets fussy with me if I do the slightest thing that he thinks is "too much for me". If I need help moving laundry hampers or picking things off of the floor, the Bubs is my guy. He hasn't complained about helping me one bit. Thank goodness! I'm grateful that he has a daddy (and a Poppi) to watch and emulate that's not afraid to touch a dirty dish, cook a meal, or tackle a load of laundry if there's a need. I mean, I'm an old-fashined gal at times, but not so old-fashioned that I want a family that expects me to wait on them hand and foot! June Cleaver, I ain't!

So the bags for the hospital trek are out and being packed and we're trying to catch up on laundry and general house straightening. Poppi (the Bub's G-Daddy) is on standby to take care of Bubs when the need arises. Some may think we're jumping the gun a bit, and there is a chance that I've got a couple or so more weeks to go, but I'm feeling that "get ready to go" urge....and not the bathroom kind of "go", either.

So while we're waiting to see what happens, we'll continue to get ready for baby. I hope we have everything.....