False Alarm
Whew!
I love it when my husband is right about these things. 
So we went in this morning, and not only did baby cooperate with the NST, but my bp was fine once more and I’d lost 3 pounds. Bodies are weird things. I feel sort of guilty for not trusting in mine a bit more, but we don’t have a great history together in some ways, so I tend to treat the poor thing badly. It’s a guilty until proven innocent kind of thing. In any case, all appears to be back on track, labs were fine, urine still pretty (heh), in the words of the midwife “you’re cruisin’,” and I’m taking a deep breath while watching my husband trying not to gloat at how very right he was. He seems to have a sixth sense for this sort of thing. I guess I ought to start listening to him.
The biggest surprise of the morning was that the “blood pressure check” turned into a pants-off appointment, with the beta strep culture and a “what the hell, you’re naked anyway” impromptu cervix check. Nothing going on yet, which is fine. It’s still a bit early. We were informed, however, that once we get into September nobody’s going to care if I go ahead and have this baby, and that they won’t stop labor now if she becomes *that* determined to get out of there. I can’t believe it’s getting so close!
Anyway, I’m thinking that taking it a little easier yesterday was probably a help, so I’m going to try to finish the house at a slightly less frantic pace. Thank God I’ve got a bit longer to work on it. Yee-haw!
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