So, I’m in the hospital. In Boulder. I’ve been feeling really off all week, so I checked my blood pressure today and it was ridiculously high. My midwife told me to get it tested at the hospital, and suddenly I’m in a bed strapped to a bunch of monitors. Ugh. They’re keeping me overnight to monitor my pee (I have to pee in a jug for 24 hours), to make sure there’s no protein in it. Then they’ll release me as long as I head home asap and get in bed. So I get to go home a week early, but in the meantime I’m in the fucking hospital. They say the baby “sounds perfect,” though, so that’s a relief. He’s still wiggling away!
Not the best Friday night.
Posted by dkingneece on July 20, 2012