It’s been a hectic week to say the least. I know I did too much in the way of cleaning and going out in general but I don’t think that justified what happened yesterday.

I had my routine Friday appointment. I scheduled it early (8.00 am) since hubby was flying back home from his last work trip. I had to leave the drs. office by 10 am., to be able to pick him up at the airport. So I leave the house really early and I am at the drs. by 7.45 thinking I’d get in early.

The doctors are in a weekly meeting so they have me wait a bit, even though they could have hooked me up to the NST (fetal monitor) in the meantime. It takes 20-40 minutes on that machine anyway. Nope, they had me wait instead. Finally at 8.30 they call me in, take my vitals and of course my blood pressure is a little high (I was already PO'd).

I go in for the ultrasound and everything is normal there. I wait a bit more and finally they put me on the monitor. I stay on the machine for an hour and I’m getting more and more nervous thinking that I’m not going to be able to get hubby at the airport.

What wasn’t helping is that the baby wasn’t moving like they wanted so they had me stay on the machine longer until they were satisfied that she was fine.

After that, they put me in the room to wait to talk to Dr. B. She comes in and everything is ok until she decides to measure my blood pressure again. Oh crap. It was like 155/110. She freaked out a little and told me that she wanted me to go to labor and delivery for preeclampsia testing. I’m thinking: ‘Great… what else can go wrong’, and tried to explain why I thought it was high. (the long drive, nervous to pick up hubby, mom is coming to town monday, sleep deprived, pain in my leg etc..) No dice.

I get out of the office and quickly call my MIL to tell her she has to get hubby because they weren’t letting me leave. I also leave hubby a message on his phone explaining what happened so that when he landed he'd know why I wasn't there.

I then found my way, after getting lost, to the Labor and Delivery place in the hospital thinking I was going to be in and out in about an hour.
Yeah sure! I went in there at about 9.45 and didn’t get to leave until almost 2.00 pm.

I get there and the nurses greet me. They put a name bracelet around my wrist and tell me I’m being admitted for now. Great! I have to pee in a cup and lay on this bed. When I get in the bed, I have an idiot nurse hook me up to the blood pressure machine and she does it wrong. The thing was supposed to go off every 10 minutes instead it wasn’t puffing up. She leaves and I never see her again. Finally another nurse comes in and I tell him. He fiddles with it some but can’t get it to work. Finally he gets it to work and my blood pressure is still really high because I was getting more mad at that point. He then proceeds to try to take blood…. and sticks me THREE times, hurting me in the process, before I start yelling that I’d had enough, if he couldn’t do it to find someone else. The blood pressure cup inflates right as I’m yelling and of course the reading is super high.

He leaves and nurse # 3 comes in. I tell her everything that is going on and she seems to have a little more brains than the first two. First she asks me where my pee is and I told her someone already took it. Then she says that they lost it… then they found it. She fixes the blood pressure machine and stays in the room with me for about 30 minutes to calm me down. As I calmed down the blood pressure would go down too. She tries to take blood and gets it on the first time, without hurting me or freaking me out more. In the meanwhile I tell her that I am nervous and worried that no one knows where I am. She puts me in the computer so that if someone calls they know where I am. About an hour passes and hubby and in-laws get there. Of course they were worried sick. They all thought I was having the baby since they sent me to Labor and Delivery. My husband was convinced that if he'd missed the birth because of his work trip, I would have kicked him out!

Anyway… my blood and urine comes back and they establish that it’s not preeclampsia (duh) so they decide to send me home. Dr. B comes in and tells me I need to go on bed rest, no cleaning, no cooking, no taking the dogs out, nothing. She said to stay on the bed to couch, to toilet until next time I see them which is on Tuesday. I guess I won’t be able to go with hubby to pick up my mother. I am really bummed about that.

The whole time that this is going on I'm thinking to myself that I would miss my baby shower next week ... what an airhead huh?!