You know what really, really blows? Bed rest. In the hospital. Which is where I currently find myself. For the next couple of weeks.
I went for my usual check-up with the OB this morning, and ended up getting admitted instead of returning to work. My blood pressure is far too high and my kidneys aren't doing their part, either.
It's toxemia, so I'm not sure what's going to happen next. I'll be lucky to keep him in another four weeks to get him to 34 weeks before I have to deliver. It will probably be more like two or three weeks.
I have an ultrasound by a neonatal specialist on Friday to check how developed the baby's lungs are, and they're giving me drugs to help his lungs mature faster, which is the biggest hurdle for preemies.
We have most of what we need to bring him home, and the rest will take care of itself most likely. We'll need to get some tiny little preemie diapers and pjs, and he won't have a gorgeous nursery, but we'll all deal.
