That probably doesn’t look like a girl who’s not only sick with a nasty cold in the end stages of pregnancy, but who also suddenly feels scared. It probably doesn’t look like a girl whose blood pressure has crept up to a level that is concerning her midwife enough so that she’s talking about encouraging this baby to come out and meet the world sooner rather than later. It probably doesn’t look like a girl who’s dissolved into tears more than once today.
That’s the story, though.
Other than the cold, I feel fine, but my blood pressure, which has stayed beautifully under control up until now, has suddenly decided to play games with me. I’m going in for a blood and urine workup Monday morning, and depending upon what that shows, my midwife may be coaxing labor within the next few days. And I’m scared. Because I don’t want to deal with an induction (even a “natural” one). Because I don’t feel ready to have this baby (how crazy is that?). Because I suddenly feel a little helpless, and am reminded how much of life is really out of my control. Because, because, because.
Stay tuned . . . and think good thoughts for me, huh?