Addendum: Re-reading this post, and in having Justin read this post, I realized that um...this post sort of has, how shall I say it, a bit of a hard edge to it. In all honesty, I was trying to be funny, but in retrospec, I realized the post comes across a bit more frustrated and angry, rather than funny and sarcastic, as intended. So please, read it with a grain of salt. Honestly, I'm typing this with a smile on my face right now, and at the very least, we're going to have some good stories to tell....silver lining? Maybe? Bueller? Bueller?I feel the need to fill all of our loyal followers in on the events of the last few weeks. They haven't been the most enjoyable. I was prepared to feel huge and uncomfortable in the final weeks of pregnancy. I knew it wasn't going to be a picnic. I knew sleeping was going to be difficult. But, what actually occurred is beyond absurd. It was just one thing after another. Hopefully all of this means that labor will be a piece of cake!
It all started at my 36 week appointment on April 28th. The weekend prior we spent a descent amount of time in the car and running the final errands to Babies R Us, etc. It was a very productive weekend, but apparently a bit too much for me. Then on Monday April 27th, I drove 6 hours for work. Something I do all the time. I didn't think much of it. I stopped every 90 minutes to walk around, etc. But, again, it was apparently a bit too much for me. When I got to my doctor's appointment on the 28th my feet looked like balloons, I'd gained 7 lbs. of water weight, and my blood pressure was through the roof. So, my doctor took my blood and we all know the results weren't perfect, resulting in my need to be on modified bed rest and to collect my urine for 24 hours in a bucket to be examined by "the lab." The urine collection was scheduled for Monday.
On Thursday, I got the news that I'd tested positive for Strep B, which I explain in a prior post and which led me to go to the hospital for my false alarm last Friday night. While manageable, it was not the best news.
Then, Thursday night the nagging pain that I'd been having in a not-so-convenient spot (i.e. my tailbone) for the past few weeks started to get worse. I just thought it was the result of the baby putting pressure on different parts of my body. I didn't think much of it. Over the weekend, however, it got worse and worse and worse and worse. By Sunday it was constant. I worked from home on Monday to pee in a bucket in the privacy of my own home, and the pain continued to get worse. Long story short, I ended up in the ER Monday night. I went in at 8:00 and got home at 2:30. Let's just say it was a long night. Don't worry...I brought my urine collection kit to the ER. I didn't want to have to do it for another 24 hours! The funny thing is that no one ever asked me anything about it.
It turns out I had a cyst that got badly infected. It had to be opened and the infection drained. This left me with a wound in an unpleasant and uncomfortable spot that had to be tended to daily by my doctor. Let's just say that the combination of being 37 weeks pregnant, on bed rest, and having an open wound on my tailbone makes getting comfortable dang near impossible. I can't sit. I can't lay on my back, and I can't lay on my stomach. I've been laying on the couch on either my right or left side since May 4th. And poor Justin has had to deal with cleaning the wound every night. He's definitely earned husband of the year!
As you can imagine, sleeping has been a bit difficult. Rolling over is a maneuver that is not easy to make and requires a lot of grunting and groaning. Justin has been very understanding, and claims that he can't hear me, but I'm sure his sleep hasn't been very restful.
The positive thing about having the cyst is that I've gotten to know my doctor a lot better and it really has forced me to lay around, which has helped with the pre-eclampsia. Plus, its healing. I don't have to go to the doctor every day now and sitting is getting better. The negative thing about the cyst is that I caught a devil of a cold while at the ER. That is not the place you want to walk away from with a cold.
While all of this has been a pain in the butt (pun intended), nothing has been life threatening for me or berry. So it could be much much worse.
So...those are the health issues. Now add to all of that the fact that our car broke down on Saturday. $$$$ Plus, my golf clubs got stolen out of the garage on Wednesday. $$$$ (ironically the idiot that stole my clubs left Justin's clubs. Mine were worth $50. His were worth A LOT). And finally, the condo we really really wanted to buy and were hoping would stay on the market just 2 more weeks so that the timing of a move wouldn't be miserable, sold yesterday.
Needless to say....I'm ready for a drink.