It just gets better all the time.
I really like that song. It's a nice slow love song that I loved in college and I used to listen to it when I was driving home from work after a hard night of serving up nachos and hot dogs at Central Park.
HOWEVER ... when I say it right now, it's laced with sarcasm and irritation.
I had a doc appointment this morning and, while there isn't reason to worry at the moment, the picture perfect pregnancy that was only recently knocked over by diabetes is just starting to wash away. I am now considered fully 'high risk', as if my age, weight and thyroid condition didn't already do that. I am going to the neonatologist for an ultrasound next Thursday and I have an appointment with my OB on Friday for a nonstress test thingy. I'll be seeing my OB every week now, and sometimes more than once, and I'll be hooked up to the monitor each time. To make matters worse, my blood pressure has decided to spike. It was high on Monday at my endo appointment and again today at my OB. It was barely within range but much higher than it has been and something that will definitely need to be monitored. I'm a mess. The wheels have long ago fallen off the cart. Now I'm starting to lose the cart itself. :-) She also told me I'm almost certainly looking at an early c-section because of the GD anyways but pair that with wonky blood pressure and it's not looking good. Chances of me doing this thing the way it's meant to be are slim. I'll have an ultrasound with the high risk doc next week at 30 weeks then again at 33 weeks and 36 weeks. That last one, right around Thanksgiving, will probably be my last as I will be scheduling my daughter's birthday for a week or two later, depending on how big she is. 8 lbs is the cutoff. Doc said the margin of error for an ultrasound weight estimation is about a pound and the biggest she wants my baby to be is 9 lbs so if she appears 8 lbs in the ultrasound, it's time. This is just crazy. Aren't I suppose to just gush water in public, scream obscenities and moan like a cow through contractions then blow out my vagina giving birth? This is so weird. BUT ... having a healthy baby is the most important thing. Period. Either way will involve drugs and stitches so I suppose it doesn't really matter. Besides, it's not like stretch marks haven't already ruined any possibility of me being a high dollar stripper in the future so what difference does a c-section scar make, right?
The best thing that has happened today (so far) is that I turned in my letter of resignation. I am giving them a long time to find a replacement, my last day is November 8th, but I figured it just made sense since I'll need more time off to see all the docs in the next few weeks anyways. Now they can try to find a replacement that I can help train and they don't think I'm just some crazy flake that never comes to work. They know I'm a crazy flake that's not coming back so maybe I don't care so much.
I hope everyone has a good weekend!
GIG 'EM AGGIES!
B.T.H.O. OSU!!
WHOOP!!
2 comments:
Sorry to hear that Jenny! But like you said, a healthy baby is what is most important and it will all be worth it in the end. I love your narrative, you crack me up! ;-)
Ugh- sorry to hear about the blood pressure. Did you tell the doctors that maybe your BP was up because of all the other junk they keep telling you? Just a thought. Anyway- keep positive, its almost over, and will be worth it!
stacy
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