We went to see the doc today. Despite feeling terrible, being stressed out, and painfully tired, she said I was doing great! Go figure. Last week I felt fine and she said I might end up in the hospital. My blood pressure was still higher than my normal, but well within a healthy range. I lost a few pounds rather than gaining any more fluid. There were still trace amounts of protein in my sample, but overall she said I was doing great. The boys' heart beats were good. My contractions apparently are to be expected, despite how strong and frequent they have been. All is great news... but I just feel whipped. Oh, and I now measure 42 weeks!
We go back next week (Wed) for another u/s. She believes we will end up scheduling the delivery before I actually go into labor, and she's hoping for the end of August. I think I gasped a loud breath of air when she said something about possibly August 27th... as in... Please, say it isn't so... I can't possibly.... Still, her optimism is a good sign, and I want the best for the babies. I'm just feeling whipped. As we left her office today, I promised to keep my chin up and try to not whine about my discomfort and growing lack of patience. She just nodded at me as we walked out the door and said she'd see me next week with an all-assuring smile.
Hang in there Karen! I know the last month is the absolute worst, and I only had one little one in there making me feel terrible! It will all be over soon. I know everyone says to relax and get some sleep now, but really, who can do that! There's so much excitement ahead of you guys!!
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