Catching up.
I hate it when I sneeze and leak a bit. TMI, I know, but the funny parts of pregnancy all are.
Saw my primary doc yesterday, which was entertaining as always. He’s started inching my meds up, which ought to make for a fun week or so. I had the suspicion that my bp had crept out of range when I suddenly started feeling wonderful. In spite of nearly six months on the drugs, when my bp is properly controlled I feel somewhere between lazy and exhausted. I only feel good (read:like my old self, who I am still mourning) when it’s too high. So I got some of the housework I’m behind on done earlier this week, and now I’m prepared to spiral into beta blocker hell once more.
Next time I see him, I need to ask about the meds and breastfeeding. I really hope that even if I have to take something, it’s a low dose...I can’t imagine taking care of a newborn while feeling this...looking for a word...drugged.
BTW, for those of you who I just want to hug for trying to help, I’m not showing signs of preeclampsia. BP tends to creep up in the third trimester anyway, especially in hypertensives, and when mine creeps up, it creeps out of the zone where it makes the docs happy. And I’m perfectly willing to take their word for it, since the little one seems to being doing fantastic and suffering no repercussions from it. I’ll take the drugged feeling if it makes a fat healthy baby.
As far as the fat bit goes, when I saw my midwife last week I asked about the accuracy of ultrasound for size, and she gave me a sort of funny smile and told me that, well, more than 90th percentile is more than 90th percentile. While I couldn’t be more thrilled that she’s healthy and happy and big, I’m really wondering about this whole getting her out of my body thing. Pray for my girlie bits that she shows up promptly…
Actually, we’re very much hoping that she shows up promptly, since there’s a chance they’ll induce at 39-40 weeks with the bp. I’d love to go into labor on my own. I’d really like to keep the drug cocktail minimal, and I figure I have the best chance of that if she shows up unassisted. The bp issue makes this likely to be a very medical birth, and I’m ok with that. We both need to be safe. But the less they have to interfere, the better, obviously. So we’re sending her 38 week vibes and hoping she’ll pick up on them.
Besides, I’m looking forward to doing something useful with this stuff that’s leaking from my boobs.
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