I saw my doctor yesterday, and all's well. My blood pressure appears to be under control with the bed rest, but we'll still induce before the Christmas due date. We go in at midnight on Sunday December 20th unless labor starts on its own before then. That's a week from Sunday. Commence freak-out.
I'm starting to get a little nervous about labor, but since I have no frame of reference, it's all a bit abstract. Breathe, Susan... breathe! People have done this since the beginning of time, and everyone on the planet was born. Bright side is we get to meet Daniel, and we have a concrete date to count down to. We had a bit of a trial run on Friday night, when I was having minor contractions for almost four hours. They were about fifteen minutes apart, but they stopped on their own. Karen was doing laundry (and doing little dances around the living room) and we realized that we weren't completely ready yet. I was more nervous than I figured I would be, so I think the practice may have helped me a little bit. I get all anxious when I think about how I'll feel going to the hospital in ten days. HOLY CRAP - ten days.
On the bed rest front, I'm almost getting used to relaxing every day. I've got a bit of a schedule down, and I'm thinking it's a good time to catch up on sleep and naps and the like, since that'll all come to a screeching halt in just TEN DAYS.
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