My blood pressure wasn’t high enough to be admitted for an induction…so I keep working, get my weekend, and just have to be patient. I guess I get to do this drill again…
I may manage to have a baby by the end of the week. I almost, but not quite have preeclampsia. I had one blood pressure high enough, and one a little under what qualifies as preeclampsia. I go back on Thursday and if I get one more high blood pressure, I get an induction that day. If I have a borderline blood pressure again, I get to redo the process on Monday.
Here is Pancake with a picture of a full term Spec (and another of Pancake escaping). Finally! 37 weeks is considered full term. Of course, I see no signs of him leaving his “home” anytime soon, but a least when people tell me I am huge I can reply with “Well, I have a full term baby living in there.” The Rogue running pants I have on have been worn every weekend the whole pregnancy I think. I am glad I had some running and yoga stuff I just started wearing as regular clothes. Much more comfortable then jeans.
Well, here is where I have been spending a lot of my time lately. Michelle got me hooked up with the great bike mechanics at Jack and Adams, and the nice folks there also helped me pick out some new kicks (try not to laugh at them, Steve). PeeWee (my bike’s name) should really be renamed Lazarus…as he is back from the dead. All gears work, he’s clean as can be, and rides great! I never had shoes that fit properly, and these make a HUGE difference. I’ve been throwing on a DVD before work, and sweating away. I was thrilled the other day, to have my shirt soaked, and I told Mike “Look! Sweat! I am so happy!” He told me I have a sickness, but I think he likes living with me much better when I can work up a sweat. I am still sad I can’t run, but at least I am keeping up my aerobic fitness. I have a suspicion I won’t be able to walk right until I get Spec out. At first I think my walking issues were all my hurt back, but now I think Spec has taken over where my back left off. I am 4’11” with a starting weight of 100 pounds and, have 6 + pounds of him living in me, plus his water based “home”, so I can’t imagine it isn’t causing me some issues. Anyhow, maybe I’ll actually start developing some leg muscles soon…I am also piling on the yoga. I go as much as I can. I don’t know if any of this will make re-entering the running world any easier. This is the longest I’ve gone without running since I was 15 years old, and I could potentially have a couple more months without my daily run. I am slowly wrapping my head around what it could be like to start back at ground zero. Mike swears my legs will remember at least a little, but we’ll see.
The baby showers concluded today with Stephanie’s shower. Mike was nice enough to help me get all the food goodies to her sister in law’s house since I am still a little crippled….then I got home and he had made me chicken soup…Yum!
Today was Kitty’s baby shower. It was fun, her friend hosting did a Hello Kitty theme hence the cookies. It was fun for someone else to be the center of attention, and get lots of gifts. Kitty got a lot of breastfeeding supplies. None of it looks to pleasant to use; I guess I’ll get to find out.
Slow, steady progress here. I went to work for most of the day, and unlike Rush, I’ve cut my vicodin use down to 2 half pills a day. I am hopeful to be back full speed next week, and admit maybe the weekend is a little ambitious, but next week is the goal! Hopefully I can do a little light activity this weekend though, although with all time record low temps in Austin, I picked a good week to get hurt.
Well, I am writing in between vicodin induced hazes. I’ve never taken narcotic pain meds in my life, and never thought I would, but you cannot take ibuprofen the last trimester of pregnancy, and my doctor talked me into trying the vicodin. Good thing too….it seems to take the edge off enough that I relax a little and let the muscles start to loosen. I think tomorrow I can go back to work. Steve reminded me that Rush Limbaugh and I now have something in common (besides being a little rotund), we both have vicodin addictions. hehe….Seriously, there is a time and place for pain meds, that is for sure.