Pregnant people visit the doctor a lot. Each time, we go in, pee in a cup, get our blood pressure checked, and a few other things. Most of these visits are short.
Last week, I went in for my usual visit, plus an ultrasound. The doctor expressed some concern; my blood pressure was too high, and it wasn’t the first time. He asked me to come back Monday to check on it.
I felt like crap all weekend, and I knew blood pressure was to blame. Headaches, slightly blurry vision, fatigue, swelling. These are all signs to watch. Heck, check out my 33-week picture. You can see it in my face; I look like a blimp.
Still, I felt better Sunday and felt hopeful Monday that all would be well. No such luck. My BP had increased from an already high 150/80 to 180/92.
So the doctor put me on strict bed rest. That means I can’t go anywhere except the doctor, now twice per week. I can shower and use the bathroom, but otherwise, I’m supposed to be horizontal.
While bed rest sounds like a vacation come true, lying about in a horizontal position gets old quickly. Besides, I have six weeks until my official due date. Not only does this mean I haven’t finished preparing clients for my leave yet, but …. “So I’m going to be on bed rest for four to six weeks?”
“Oh you won’t make it four weeks,” she told me. “You’ll have the baby before then.”
It might happen naturally, my body deciding it’s time to evict the creature causing the problem. Or, the doctor will induce me, if my lab work begins to show organ problems, in order to protect my health.
The good news: at nearly 34 weeks, the baby will be fine. Heck, my dad was born a month early at nine pounds with no problems. This one is nearly 5 1/2 pounds already.
At each doctor’s visit, they’ll check me, hoping that the horizontal position will keep the blood pressure down for at least a couple more weeks. Otherwise, I might go in for a regular checkup one day and come out with a baby. Stay tuned!
Meanwhile, this throws off our timetable for the announcement of the baby’s sex. Here are your guesses so far:
Most of you seem to be going with boy, based on:
- How I am carrying
- The fact that I experienced no morning sickness
- My hips (thanks, grandma)
- Some other sorcery I don’t know about
In case you’re interested, the Chinese gender predictor calendar is going with girl.
Well, you’ll find out which of these obviously scientific guesses is correct — on Saturday.
You know, assuming I make it through Thursday’s doctor visit without having a baby.