So, my normal, non-pregnant blood pressure is about 110/65 or lower. During the first, oh, 29-30 weeks of this pregnancy, my blood pressure ran about 120/70-80. Totally fine and normal. I don't remember exactly when my blood pressure shot up last week, but for the last week or so, my blood pressure readings have been, um, not so great. I take my blood pressure every morning (and now, often several times throughout the day as well, but I'm not typing out every single BP I've taken in the last week). Here's what it's looked like (do note that often I get a lower reading later in the day and I ALWAYS get a lower reading at the doctor's office which makes NO SENSE):
9/5: 125/94 (In doctor's office later, it was 120/84, I think)
9/7: 128/90 (at doctor's office it was 110/63... WTF??)
9/8: 106/85 (with Procardia in AM)
9/9: 121/103 (later 118/92)
9/10: 132/105 (later 146/90)
9/11: 123/105 (later 126/98)
I thought it was maybe my BP cuff that wasn't working properly, but I've got two, and they come out with just about the same readings. (they are both electronic, one is fully-automatic, one is semi-automatic) Apparently, I'm just nice and calm in the doctor's office. Normally, my BP shoots up in the doctor's office. Go figure.
Anyway, my nurse at Matria, the traitor, called my doctor yesterday and again today with my BP readings. Sure enough, I got a call back this morning saying that there's a pretty good possibility that they'll decide at my appointment today to just admit me to the hospital for observation. Careful what you wish for, I suppose. I was JUST coming to believe that maybe it WOULD be better for me to just be at home during Rosh Hashana, since I could always just go to the hospital if I needed to (there's absolutely nothing wrong with going to the hospital in a medical emergency on a Jewish holiday... it's going for something routine and/or not necessarily emergency-status that's a problem). So anyway, I was warned to pack a bag (it's mostly packed anyway) and bring it with me. At least they warned me.
I'm 32 weeks tomorrow. Just 2 weeks to go. I said that to the sonographer/medical assistant person who called me with the news of possible hospitalization and she said, "2 more weeks? Well, we can hope..." UGH. But it's all good. I'm seeing Dr. G. today. I totally trust his judgment. I have absolutely no reason to believe he would lead me astray. I do sort of wish Dr. P weren't out of the office all this week. I find Dr. G. just as comforting as Dr. P., but there's something in the back of my head wishing Dr. P. would be around, just in case. I'm not sure why. And it's not like delivering triplets at 32 weeks is a bad thing. That's the national average. It's just sooner than I'd hoped. And anyway, I still really do believe that I'm going to hang in there until 34 weeks. I'm not sure WHY I believe that, but I really do.
So, yeah. I wouldn't have been updating September 13-15 anyway, because of the holiday and Shabbos. So don't be alarmed if I drop off the planet. If I do end up admitted, I'll have either Jess or my husband update tonight. Okay? But even if I'm admitted, it's likely just so they can keep a closer eye on me, which is fine. So don't freak out if I disappear.