The fatso I’m referring to would be myself, but I’ll explain that in a bit.  This week definitely hasn’t been what I expected at all. First of all I had to get myself poked again yesterday, this time for the H1N1, but at least I got that shot out of the way, and I didn’t die or develop mesothelioma or turn into a pig or anything.

Then I found out there’s a very good chance that Elliana is going to grace us with her presence a lot earlier than we expected.as in the next two weeks early.  Then when I got home I sat on the porch swing with Hubby and broke the dang thing.  We’ve been sitting outside on that swing everyday when he comes home from work for 6 years, and in 6 years his 250+lbs hasn’t broke it.

Then fatso me sits down on it last night, and the dang thing broke on my side.  Luckily that’s not the reason Elliana may arrive early.  I fell straight down a couple feet, and lard butt that I am now I had plenty of cushioning for the fall.  My doc laughed when I told her what happened, and it actually helped me to feel better about the situation instead of feeling like I’d injured my poor child forever.

Anywho, the reason she may arrive early.

My blood pressure has always been pretty low, but at the doctor’s office yesterday it was through the roof.  She asked me if there was anything that could trigger the high bp, and I said we’d had a pretty rough morning, so yeah.  I thought the nurse was just picking at me when she said I could end up with a little birthday present if my blood pressure stayed so high.  My birthday is 16 days before my due date.3 weeks from now.

Then while I was giving my urine sample I overheard the nurse and the doctor talking outside the bathroom.  The nurse was telling the doctor my bp was extremely high.  That freaked me out enough that I forgot to even ask what the actual number was, but when it came time to schedule my next appointment she decided it was high enough to want me to come back in a week instead of 2 weeks.  Then Dr. Beasely used that one word I dread hearing…induce.

I’m already super paranoid about induction.  I loathe even the thought of Pitocin, and after watching one of our best friend’s go through a failed induction into a c-section into a severe uterine staph infection I get even more freaked out when I hear that word.

I crossed my fingers hoping when I go back in a week I won’t have any problems, but she said if my bp is still sky high she’ll probably have me induced to avoid preeclampsia.  I’ll be 36 weeks exactly on the day of my appointment, so we don’t really have to worry about her being early.  She gave me the typical “lay down and prop your feet for an hour in the morning and in the afternoon” prescription, but she seemed kind of alarmed when she asked how much time I do spend on my feet during the day.  I answered really not much because I’m usually stretched out in my recliner working online.

I was hoping the high bp was just a fluke, but it’s not looking that way.  It was 162/114 when I got home and checked it yesterday.  It was 170/something (can’t remember) when the swing breakage occurred & I called the doctor.  When she found out I had a bp monitor at home she told me to keep an eye on it today and report to her this evening if it stayed high. Well it’s still sky high to the point it scares me.  This afternoon it was 153/116, and it’s only risen from there.  Right before dinner it was 171/112, and when I checked after eating I was down a little but not much at 163/109.

I called the doctor back this afternoon, and it’s not looking good on the hoping I don’t get induced part, and I’m starting to go into omg she really might be here in the next couple of weeks mode.

And if you think I’m freaking out…you should see Hubby!