People keep texting me.
“Any news? Any Molly? Anything happening???”
I know they’re all just excited. But technically, we haven’t even hit DD yet. I’m a wee bit disappointed because as I think I’ve mentioned, I really liked the idea of Father’s Day. All of the girls in my family are born on Sundays, so it will be weird if she comes on a different day. But maybe it’ll just be the start of a new tradition.
On Friday morning at my weekly checkup, my blood pressure was high. This has kind of been the trend – the nurse takes it when I first get there, it’s pretty high, then the doctor comes in a few minutes later and takes it again. For whatever reason it usually goes down in that amount of time and they just caution me about preeclampsia warning signs and confirm that I don’t have any. This time, however, the numbers were high enough (though she didn’t tell me exactly what or I forgot) that I got sent over to the hospital for monitoring and blood work.
It felt like things were happening because I was going to the hospital. I got checked into triage on the labor and delivery floor, I got to wear the fun fetal heart rate monitor and listen to my little love chugging away in there. I put everyone on alert. It was Friday the 13th. It was a full moon. Mercury was in retrograde (I have no idea what that means). Oh, and my house was a mess, there were dishes in the sink, and I hadn’t shaved my legs. I had prepared to go to work for the day, not go have a baby. It seemed like this would definitely be it.
Nope! Eric left work early and was literally on his way to the hospital when they cut me loose, with a BP of 118/79. I don’t know why it fluctuates so wildly, but it’s very annoying. So I missed day of work for nothing (and they’re probably going to be confused to see me tomorrow). I guess it was kind of good – Eric went to some beer festival yesterday, and since he had pre-purchased his tickets at least those didn’t go to waste. My mom and I went to an outlet mall and walked around for a few hours, trying to coax her out. I debated the merits of castor oil (though ultimately decided against it).
So that’s really it… nothing to report. Still only 1/2 cm dilated. No cramps. No contractions. Lotssss of movement and discomfort – it feels like my stomach is a giant balloon that’s about to burst, and it’s just very crammed in there. Like I ate a huge meal or something, but a thousand times worse than that. It’s not the heat that’s bothering me. It’s this huge belly that’s more uncomfortable than anything. Also, the disappointment of having nothing to report every time someone asks.
I talked it over Friday with my OB/GYN and we agreed to schedule induction for Monday, June 23rd, so we’d go to the hospital next Sunday night on June 22nd. It makes me feel better to have an end in sight (It’s ridiculous, but part of me feels like I’m just going to be pregnant forever). So no matter what, by this time next week, we will be on our way. My whole family, including my mom who is a required attendant at the blessed event, is going camping next weekend. That’s why I just assume I’ll start labor on my own on Saturday night, when it’s highly inconvenient for her. She’s only going an hour away, so she’ll make it in time, but still I would essentially be ruining her camping trip. Oh, well.
I have a list of things to add last minute to my hospital bag, and my laptop is on there! I promise to do a quick update once she makes her big debut.
Maybe she just really wants to be a Cancer and not a Gemini. Maybe she’s waiting for summer. I don’t know! I’m just very impatient and very excited and very, very nervous.