Well I just got back from spending 11AM Friday-3PM today at the hospital.  No, I didn't have the baby.  I spent that time being "observed".

I went to my OB checkup Friday morning and my BP was 162/92.  I have a track record of preeclampsia with my first and high BP with my second so the doctor sent me to the hospital for a non stress test.  I figured they would monitor me for an hour or so and send me home...wrong.

I guess my consistently elivated BP along with headache, dizziness and occasional blurred vision caused concern so they admitted me for 24hr observation.  I was told that if my BP didn't get better, they would probably induce me.  It didn't get better after 24hrs but I guess they decided it wasn't bad enough to induce so they sent me home on bed rest....yay.

I am really not a happy camper.  So not only am I uncomfortable 24/7 but now I can't even keep myself busy and distracted.  I'm supposed to just lay around with nothing on my mind except "when am I going to have this baby?!"  Oh, I can also think about this, that and the other thing around the house that I should be doing.  I hate this!

I sincerely hope the next time I am in one of those hospital beds it is because I am in labor.  It was total torture being in that room with all of the baby care stuff hearing babies crying and being born.  Meanwhile I got to lay in bed wondering if I would be having a baby before I went home or not.  She will be coming within the next couple of weeks though so I should just take comfort in that knowledge.

So here I am on the couch, hoping to go into labor.  I am not a patient person when it comes to this point in pregnancy so the thought of going on like this for weeks is not one I enjoy.  I hate not being able to do the household stuff I am used to doing.  It seems crazy to be hoping for the pain of labor but I sure am.