Part of me knew this was coming. I'd be lying if I said I'm shocked. Disappointed that my restriction free pregnancy is over, greatly. Frustrated that the many things I wanted to do before Molly comes now won't happen, absolutely. Baffled by the logistics of bed rest with two 3 yr olds, totally. But surprised, not really, no.
When I got to my 32 wk checkup yesterday my blood pressure was 152/100. It was 160/100 when I delivered Lola and Jackson. It's supposed to be no higher than 135/85. Ugh.
The nurse tried a couple of times to get a more favorable pressure and couldn't. I sat in a lazy boy in the office for an hour and my blood pressure finally went back down to normal. Great. Fantastic. Super awesome that it went back down. But the way we got it to go back down, by sitting with my feet up in a lazy boy for an hour, well that's what I'll be doing now (at least mostly) from this point until Molly is born.
Parenting two 3 yr olds from a lazy boy... well, this ought to be no problem, right?
The good news is that my blood work is normal, meaning that no other signs of preeclampsia have shown up. The doctor felt it was necessary to deliver Lola and Jackson after my blood work showed that my liver enzymes were elevated. This isn't the case right now. So that's good news.
I have another doctor's appointment on Monday so maybe I'll know more then. Maybe I'll just know more of the same. Sit in the lazy boy as much as you can. Don't drive. Don't go up the stairs. Don't play outside with the kids. Don't cook or clean or do laundry. Don't fix yourself or your family any meals. Sure, no problem. This should be a piece of cake.