Filed under: Pistachio
Sometime over the weekend, Pistachio moved into a position that somehow shoved her up into my diaphragm every time I had even a mild contraction. The contractions didn’t hurt, but I would suddenly not be able to talk because I couldn’t catch my breath, and I was getting lightheaded enough to nearly pass out every time I contracted. We spent most of last night in OB Triage determining that this was all that was going on. Because, you see, I am back to contracting all the damn time. Unfortunately, while I appear to be completely effaced (thank you for the tip re: Evening Primrose Oil, Nic), I am only fingertip dilated, so they aren’t even doing anything constructive. And because of my blood pressure, I can’t get up and exercise to get them going. And it turns out that sex triggering labor is actually a myth (sorry, Big Daddy).
My BP is continuing to creep, and is now high even when I am lying down. I go in for another check on Friday. The doctor today hinted that if this trend continues and I don’t go into labor on my own, I will not have much choice in the matter. I am so ready to have this baby I almost don’t care anymore. Anyway, doctor says it could be any time now, so we’ll keep our fingers crossed my body decides to cooperate soon.
