No baby today, but we got one step closer. I went in for my regular appointment yesterday at 9:45, and my doctor was worried about my kidney function and decided to send me right over to the hospital to meet with a kidney specialist. I was admitted. I had an IV put in. I peed many times for them. I had blood drawn. And all the King's horses and all the King's men decided that I was far too whiney and complainy to keep in the hopspital any longer than absolutely necessary and sent me home at 5 p.m.
I'm peeing in another big, red jug today. I have to go back to my regular doctor tomorrow for another BP check and pee in a cup, and then another NST and ultrasound on Friday. I feel very popular right now, and with all these appointments, it's ALMOST like I have a social life again. Throw in some movie theatre popcorn and it'll be a party!
I had a dream the other night that I had the baby, and she was actually a HE. We brought him home and I put him on the kitchen counter. He was a very good baby, and never cried, and after three days, I said to Brian with an amazingly empty expression on my face, "Aren't we supposed to be feeding it . . . or something?"
Brian pondered a moment, head stuck in the fridge, and finally answered, "Yeah, I think we are supposed to feed it . . . or something . . . "
People tell me that these nightmarish dreams are pretty normal. Our childbirth class teacher told us that they are - but never really elaborated on the topic much. Or maybe she did - we wouldn't know because we dropped out after three weeks and failed the class. Same as we did with Doggie-Be-Good class. And we all know how THAT story turned out.
Peace, 'til next