Tuesday, August 9, 2011

All My Bags are Packed...

I'm ready to go.

Well.  Kind of. 

Well.  The bag is packed.  In the car, even.

Today, I don't feel so good.  I'm assuming these are just regular old Braxton-Hicks contractions, but I guess the next few hours will tell.  I had, for the first time today, a thought:  "I'm going to have a baby in the next 36 hours".

Now that I've typed it, I've officially jinxed it, so Baby E won't come along for another three weeks.

I've been following doctor's orders and taking my blood pressure three times a day.  It?  Also, not good.  I'm still hovering right around 150/100.  I'm hoping at my 8:30 appointment tomorrow they don't put me on bedrest.  Or send me to be induced.

While I'm confessing?  We never took a childbirth class.  It was a combination of scheduling conflicts, dealing with house drama, and just never getting around to it. 

Are we screwed?

1 comment:

  1. You're not screwed, just take your epidural like a big girl (the numbing shot is worse than the actual shot-shot) and every time they tell you something keep saying "what does that mean?" until you fully understand it. Remember that they deliver a dozen+ babies per day...this is your first, you are allowed to ask questions. The rest will happen however it's gonna happen no matter how much you've prepared...or not prepared!