Well, I had my 36 week appointment yesterday.
For starters, my blood pressure was thru the roof. Even after "resting" for 20 minutes it was still crazy high.
On top of that, I apparently gained 10lbs. in 2 weeks. Um...HOW? Oranges can't have that many calories! Water retention anyone?
So, she comes in and starts talking to me about how I probably have pre-eclampsia. Does an internal (I'm NOT in the 'can't feel a thing group' FYI) and says I'm closed tight up and I should be having sex every day to get things going so we can deliver at 38 weeks. (This is where I start laughing hysterically)
Then she pulls out the u/s machine to make sure he is head down.
Now she says, well, if your blood pressure and proteins aren't down (oh and by the way, you're done with work) then I would plan on having a c-section on Monday.
So, I was hooked up to the fetal monitor for 30 minutes, gave blood and have to do a 24 hour urine catch tomorrow. Thursday I go back in to be checked and best case scenario, I have Shamrock on Monday. Worst case, he comes Thursday/Friday.
I was freaking out pretty well last night, but I've come as close to terms with it as I can. Funny thing is, I skipped over all the c-section talk in my books...guess I should revisit that!
And to think, all I wanted was reduced hours.