September 11th I woke up with a weird feeling. I wanted to get everything done and I wanted to go to the movies with my husband. I wanted to install the carseat even though I had almost 3 weeks until his expected due date, I didn't care if that seemed silly. Marc wanted to do house things and I lugged the carseat outside. I had an absolute meltdown in my car because there were no metal latches in the middle back seat (WTF FORD). Anyways I also had all of these emotional expectations of going on a date but really we ran out of the house at the time the movie started (luckily we made it with previews to spare, I have this psycho trait that I literally cannot be late for a movie it irks me to my core) and snuck Wendy's in for dinner.
September 12th I woke up early and headed to the appointment by myself because there really was nothing that Marc needed to attend for and should have been an in and out appointment (plus Crossfit just opened 12 days ago)... I had felt very swollen the past week. My toes were so swollen, ankles huge, and it literally pained me for my feet to touch the ground.
This doctor's appointment I waited longer than I had waited any other appointment over the past 8 months. Seriously, I sat in the little waiting area for over 2 hours chatting it up with other pregnant moms... one who was scheduled to be induced the next day (I was freaking out for her). I was 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant. It had been 2 weeks since I had been to the doctor and the previous appointment my blood pressure was elevated. I chalked that up to a lot of stress going on in my life and didn't worry about it again. My blood pressure is finally taken at this appointment and it is really elevated this time. Pre-Eclampsia elevated along with all of my swelling. I am in the room and the doctor sits down and says well lets have a baby. I am pretty sure I started shaking and on the inside so much fucks were being said. I didn't have my bags packed I was suppose to get my HAIR, EYEBROWS, LASHES DONE THIS WEEK in preparation for actually HAVING THIS BABY. I am a planner and this was not how I saw that day going. I played it so cool but on the inside was actually freaking out. She asked me if I wanted to be directly admitted now or come in later. I laughed in her face and almost though she was joking but then I realized she wasn't and I obviously said later. I began to send out texts and make calls.
I called Marc crying as I left the office... I could hear the freaking out in his voice but trying to play it cool for me attitude and telling me everything would be ok. I call my mom and dad. I call Gourmet Shop for my last meal (TOMATO BISQUE DUH)... then I call my eyebrow girl because shit I am about to have a baby and I want something on me to look pretty lol... thank god I had gotten a pedicure a few days before (I sound so vain but when you are carrying around almost 40 extra lbs this shit really matters for your pregnant self esteem). I didn't tell Marc that I was getting my eyebrows done because he would have thought I was insane so Gourmet Shop was really taking a long time to make our lunch lol. My mom offered to come help pack our hospital bag (thank god because I was not thinking straight at all). I finally got home around almost 2 and was to expect a call from the hospital as to when we should head in. I got showered and ready. It was such a weird feeling... weird because I wasn't in labor, I had not mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen and that the next time we would be coming home we would have a BABY with us.
I finally ended up calling the doctor's office and was apparently just suppose to show up at the hospital when we were ready that day. We loaded everything up... brought the car seat (HA! THAT I INSTALLED IT JUST THE DAY BEFORE).
To be continued......
This doctor's appointment I waited longer than I had waited any other appointment over the past 8 months. Seriously, I sat in the little waiting area for over 2 hours chatting it up with other pregnant moms... one who was scheduled to be induced the next day (I was freaking out for her). I was 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant. It had been 2 weeks since I had been to the doctor and the previous appointment my blood pressure was elevated. I chalked that up to a lot of stress going on in my life and didn't worry about it again. My blood pressure is finally taken at this appointment and it is really elevated this time. Pre-Eclampsia elevated along with all of my swelling. I am in the room and the doctor sits down and says well lets have a baby. I am pretty sure I started shaking and on the inside so much fucks were being said. I didn't have my bags packed I was suppose to get my HAIR, EYEBROWS, LASHES DONE THIS WEEK in preparation for actually HAVING THIS BABY. I am a planner and this was not how I saw that day going. I played it so cool but on the inside was actually freaking out. She asked me if I wanted to be directly admitted now or come in later. I laughed in her face and almost though she was joking but then I realized she wasn't and I obviously said later. I began to send out texts and make calls.
I called Marc crying as I left the office... I could hear the freaking out in his voice but trying to play it cool for me attitude and telling me everything would be ok. I call my mom and dad. I call Gourmet Shop for my last meal (TOMATO BISQUE DUH)... then I call my eyebrow girl because shit I am about to have a baby and I want something on me to look pretty lol... thank god I had gotten a pedicure a few days before (I sound so vain but when you are carrying around almost 40 extra lbs this shit really matters for your pregnant self esteem). I didn't tell Marc that I was getting my eyebrows done because he would have thought I was insane so Gourmet Shop was really taking a long time to make our lunch lol. My mom offered to come help pack our hospital bag (thank god because I was not thinking straight at all). I finally got home around almost 2 and was to expect a call from the hospital as to when we should head in. I got showered and ready. It was such a weird feeling... weird because I wasn't in labor, I had not mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen and that the next time we would be coming home we would have a BABY with us.
I finally ended up calling the doctor's office and was apparently just suppose to show up at the hospital when we were ready that day. We loaded everything up... brought the car seat (HA! THAT I INSTALLED IT JUST THE DAY BEFORE).
The last picture taken right before we left for the hospital
