Just another random Friday

Too bad it wasn't Thursday.

Just like a beloved Douglas Adams character I never could get the hang of Thursdays. It looks like Fridays are headed that way as well.

I'll bet by now you're thinking, "Where are you going with this?"

Here's where I'm going...


AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
It started out as a normal week. Non-stress test on Monday. Boring. Needed sugar and a change in positions to wake Jellyfish up, but other than that it was the usual boring Non-stress test.

Tuesday - Trip to the OB's office. I took my mother along. There are nine obstetricians at the hospital where I'll be delivering. I figure the odds of my doctor actually being there when I go into labour are pretty slim. So I thought my mother should meet her in the office. I also thought the doctor should meet my mother so she would have a better idea of where I get it from. It all went well. With no screaming symptoms of labour we have stuck with our original plan - we'll talk inductions at the next appointment (Aug 28th) and see how unpregnant my body is ready to be.

Wednesday - Ultrasound. Took the mommy to that too. Again, not much new there. Jelly's gettin' bigger and looking more like a baby/less like a skeletal Asgard

Thursday - Trip to the Diabetes Clinic. Met with a nurse, she was happy with what I was doing. Saw the endocrinologist, he was happy with what I was doing. It's kind of fun leaving there now. At the end of each appoinment we say to each other, "nothing personal but I hope I don't see you again."

So that brings us around to today...

Slow start to the morning. Really slow. Got a couple loads of laundry done (dark and light towels). Ate too much for breakfast, didn't take enough insulin for it. Talked to the Jelly's Auntie for, like, an hour. Just as I started to do the lunch thing the phone rang (wonder how long they were trying to call?). We have call display (I'm not medicated, I couldn't live without call display). I saw my OB's name. So, I was told that the OB had received the results from the last ultrasound and that she was on duty at the hospital today and that I should go to the Birthing Unit as soon as possible to do another Non stress test and another ultrasound. The girl on the phone did not sound too upset so I didn't ask what the problem was.

Then I was supposed to eat lunch.

Right.

I ate half the eggs I had been cooking when the office called. Drank a glass of milk. Ate the rest of the cookies we bought yesterday and hopped in the shower.

Then I drove to the hospital.

I was admitted to triage at 2:00 (I get the feeling you're always 'admitted' to triage when you have to spend any amount of time there so if you're worrying about that word, please don't.)

I told the woman at the desk that I didn't know why I was there just that my doctor had told me to go for a non-stress test and probably an ultrasound. She took my healthcard and name and said, "oh yes. I have a note somewhere."

So into the non-stress test I went. The nurse and I deduced that either I was MUCH closer to meeting Jelly than my physiological symptoms showed or there was something amiss at the last ultrasound.

We figured it was the latter.

So we sat through the non-stress test. Boring. Really boring. Oh well, at least Jelly was awake for this one.

After the non-stress test I was bundled up with another girl (who was placed in a wheel chair) and an orderly and we all went down to Diagnostic Imaging together. We were in-patients. The really nice thing about being an in-patient is that we don't have to wait for anything. So 20 minutes/half an hour later I was back up in triage waiting patiently for someone - ANYone to come in and tell me what was up.

Luckily enough I got to see my obstetrician. She told me what I had assumed - the last ultrasound showed a decrease in amniotic fluid. This is an anomoly of ultrasounds. Because of where the baby was sometimes the amniotic fluid isn't as visible as it can be. Anyway, today's ultrasound showed everything was fine. The OB sent me home and said, "see ya' Tuesday."

So, that was three hours at the hospital hoping that I was actually much closer to labour than I had imagined but sadly that was not the case. In fact, nothing was amiss. So that's certainly one way to kill an afternoon. Not one I recommend, but it works.

So that's it for now.

3 days 'til induction talks begin.

Symptoms remain the same.

Ciao!

-HLC