I woke up S and I am sure he thought it was because the baby was on his way when I said "We need to head into the hospital." One long dizzy car ride in and we were admitted to labor and delivery triage where they hooked me right up to some fetal monitors. Aiden was bouncing around in there, happy as a clam! My blood pressure which has been running in the 110's/60's was at 138/83. Yuck! They took it about 5 more times and it was always the same. They drew some pre-eclampsia labs which luckily all came back OK! My urine had trace protein in it, but it does every appointment so that was OK too. They discharged me, but are "keeping me on their radar" per the RN. I told them we would see them in 4 weeks, and the RN just winked at me. I have been saying since the beginning that I thought it was mid April and he has measured that way this whole pregnancy, always 1.5-2 weeks ahead.
Anyhow, I will be 36 weeks this Tuesday and am grateful that baby is doing so well in there. I have had a few sad moments this past week as 2 good friends of mine who are still on their IF journey have had tough times. A coworker whom I love is just starting IUI's and getting frustrated at the heartbreak of that call every month with the "I'm sorry but your not pregnant this month. My TTC buddy just had her 6th loss and I can say/do nothing to make it any better. It breaks my heart and I cried like a baby for her. It takes me back to just a year ago when we were just heading towards IVF and I was feeling like this would never happen for us and here I am a year later with a beautiful baby boy about to make his debut in a few short weeks. I have been complaining a lot more lately about the aches and pains but this brought it right into perspective again. I am one lucky girl and I just need to remember that!
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