Things are getting rough...

So me and pregnancy are not buddies. I love my baby, though I have yet to meet him. I am so anxious for him to be here. But I am NOT fond of pregnancy. Neither is my body so it seems. We had an "exciting" weekend to say the least. As I was on my way to work on Sunday morning I felt it might be a good idea to check my blood pressure. Due to a lot of swelling in my legs/feet/cankles (well, just everywhere really) my doctors have warned me to keep track of any symptoms of pre-eclampsia. I had been feeling a little dizzy thus the detour to a local grocery store to use their blood pressure machine. Well turns out it was very high. I headed to labor and delivery where they drew blood, did an ultrasound, and hooked me up to a fetal monitoring machine to keep track of Jake's heartbeat and my blood pressure. After being there for around 3 hours I was told that everything was fine (including my blood pressure) except that Jake's amniotic fluid was too low. So they were admitting me overnight to hook me up to an IV in the hopes of getting his fluid back where it needed to be. After a long and horrendous night in the hospital I learned that his fluid levels were back where they needed to be and I was allowed to go home. Yay!

I had an OB appointment today (just a regular appointment) and lo and behold my blood pressure was elevated. If its not one thing, its another right? So I was sent back over to labor and delivery for more monitoring, bloodwork, and another ultrasound. The ultrasound showed Jake's fluid had risen even higher (this is good) and he scored an 8 out of 8 on the biophysical profile (GO JAKE). My blood work was also fine. But my blood pressure fluctuated between elevated and normal. So to make a long story short they sent me home. But I have to go back multiple times each week to get my blood drawn, have the ultrasound done, and get hooked up to the monitor to check blood pressures and fetal heart rate. It could be a lot worse, I realize this. I could have easily ended up being induced today, trust me it was mentioned multiple times. But at this point I just feel like I cant win. Just more proof that even with the best laid plans things can go wrong quickly. I just want him to come when he is ready, not because my body is malfunctioning. I want him to be healthy, and completely ready for the outside world when he is born. Thats not wrong right?

This reminds me of my wedding. I planned things meticulously and everything that could go wrong did. I feel like we are heading down that road at this point. My hopes of going into labor on my own, and having a natural labor are definitely in jeopardy at this point. But as long as he is healthy then it doesnt matter. Even though things went crazy at my wedding I ended up with an amazing husband and partner. So I just need to think about this from that light. Yes. Thats exactly what I need to do. But for an OCD over planner this may be easier said than done.