My doctor's appointment didn't go so well yesterday. We began with the usual. The weigh in. I stood on the scale and my jaw dropped when I saw the results. This simply wasn't possible! The nurse (a nurse in training actually) saw my reaction and asked, "what's wrong? How much did you weigh before?" Before, I weighed 5 pounds more than what was showing. She said, "You lost weight?" Yes. All the weight I had gained I had lost in a week. I am now at this point at my pre-pregnancy weight. That can't be good?!
They took the blood pressure--140/70. Not bad.
I went into the examination room and they examined me. We were able to have Kalyn there with us and she was so excited to hear the babies' heartbeats! They were both very strong and they were moving around a lot. Kalyn enjoyed it.
Apparently, I have dialated to 2 and I'm 50% effaced. This isn't so good. Then she said it. "I think we need you to start bedrest." You've got to be joking! Nope. Not joking. Then Victoria, (my OBs nurse practicioner) ran off to tattle to Dr. Hasik about me! He came in, re-measured, and told me under no uncertain terms that I was now on bedrest. What kind? I asked. Full. As in I can't do anything but go to the bathroom. Okay. This can start tomorrow right? I asked. Luckily for me, they agreed that it could wait until Saturday--this would give me time to tie up some loose ends at work. Unfortunately for me, Saturday was too far away for my dear loving husband. As we left the appointment, I was told to finish up at work quickly and then go home and get in bed. So I did. I got home just after 3 pm and started my prison sentence.
I have another appointment Monday--this time with an ultrasound too. If anything has changed, they will strap me down to a hospital bed and insert an IV with fluids to stop the contractions. Okay. They probably won't strap me down, but I won't want to go willingly. I'll do what is best for the babies. That isn't even a question. They are what is most important here--not my sanity or comfort. I've had to start taking my current medication every four hours instead of six now. I feel as though I am constantly swallowing pills. Yuck!
This morning, Heath went out and bought me tons of snacks, drinks, and a laptop (which I am using right now). Julia (Heath's Mom) has been a huge help--picking the girls up from school yesterday and letting them spend the night last night.
I've already read through 5 magazines, and almost exhausted my DVRd television programs. Heath also picked up The Proposal for us to watch this afternoon. I saw it in theaters during the summer with some girlfriends, but Heath hasn't seen it.
We just have to make it 9 more days--it will be safe for Kynan and Kaci to be born then. Please pray for our little babies. And if you want--you can include my sanity in your prayers! Oh--and it wouldn't hurt to include Heath's sanity as well.