So, he wants to be early like his mommy eh?

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)

Awesome.

Then she pulls out the u/s machine to make sure he is head down.

Guess what?

He's breech.

Great.

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.

::blank stare::

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.