So, I never went into full detail of my Dr. Visit, and a lot has happened since then, so i will start with this last Thursday the 12 of April. We got into the triage room, where they hooked me up to a fetal monitor, another monitor I am not sure of and a blood pressure monitor that went off every 15 minutes. We waited about 5 minutes and *poof* in pops my mom! She just decided to come, just in case I was induced. She stayed in for a little bit then went out into the waiting room. My blood pressure was quite high, so I was there for a good 5 hours. I was wheeled to an ultrasound room, where they measured Eli's growth. I was having regular contractions, so they checked my cervic, I wasn't dilated. In all, they determined I may have had a urinary tract infection, which would interfere with my 24 hour urinary test. So they put me on antibiotics, and after taking them for 3 days, had me do another 24 hr. Sample. I went in yesterday, April 17th, for a non stress test. I went to the labor and delivery building, thinking that's where I should go, and found out it was the wrong place, they took me there anyways. I met with my midwife, all tests were good, including my blood pressure, so they said see ya tomorrow. <br>
The next day, Taylor got off early. We left a good 15 minutes early, but had to turn back because I forgot my urine sample. So we ended up being 10 minutes late. I checked in while Taylor parked, and then I went out to the entrance where he was getting a coke from a vending machine. I told him I was going to the bathroom to get another urine sample, and while I was in there, this happened. Taylor picked up the paper bag that had my sample in it, which had fallen over and wasn't completely sealed, and unbeknownst to him walked into the hospital with it dripping everywhere, including on his shoe. The receptionist saw it, asked what it was, then hystericaly told him it was a biohazard and he needed to put it outside. Taylor dropped it outside the door, came back in and asked what to do. She said he needed to go get a new bottle from the lab. That's where I found poor Taylor, distraught in the lab area, waiting for someone to help him. When I heard what had happened, I told him to go sit down and wait for my name to be called. I walked outside, found the bag, threw the paper bag away. Walked into the hospital, grabbed some paper towels, wiped it down, and disaster averted. Whew! <br>
Well, we finally got to my appointment, where the nurse took my blood pressure twice, both times it was quite high. She then "cheated" and used a larger cuff, and that brought my blood pressure down a bit. Then vicki, my midwife, came in. She did the regular checkups, we listened to Eli's heart, he sounded great. She measured my cervix. Then she decided to check to see if I was dilated. When she did, she said "ooo...you are so ready! Your 3cm dialated!" So I could go into labor soon...or if I was induced it would make it a whole lot easier, since my body was already getting ready. How exciting. She said she didn't want to make a plan yet, till we got results back from my 24 hr sample and more blood tests. So we left. More updates soon.

Yesterday morning was a rollercoaster, and it didn't help that I spent the majority of the day before crying due to a burst of pregnancy hormones. I woke up, finding a text from Andrew that his wife had been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Just the night before he had asked me to pray for her, she had been complaining of an intense migraine and chest pains. He had taken her to the emergency room. The next morning I got that text, around 5 am, but didn't read it till about 9am. I went onto his profile, after texting him and asking him how he was doing, and realized through the condolences of other friends, that jennica had suddenly passed away. I was so shocked. I was supposed to see her at my baby shower. The last time I had been with her was a Christmas party at her house. Not a half hour after I found out, I had been crying the whole time, the hospital called and told me that the 24 hr urine sample I had turned in was high in protein and that I needed to come to the labor and delivery area asap for further testing and possibly being induced. If it hadn't been for the sudden death if jennica, I would have been nervous and scared, but it just made me.break down emotionally. I kept thinking that I had to stay strong for the baby and to not stress him out. After calming myself down, I called Taylors work and had them give him a message to call me back.  I then jumped into the shower to calm me down some more. Then Taylor called, in which I broke down again. I told him not to worry but to leave work immediately and take me to the hospital. Right after that my mom called and I was bawling the whole time I spoke to her, which probably scarred the poor woman. Finally Taylor came, changed, gave me a long and much needed hug, then I threw the baby bag, camcorder and phone charger into the car (if I was being induced, I was going to be slightly prepared.) We got to the hospital, where they put me into a triage room (where woman are put to be monitored if they are actually in labor or not.) From there, they put a baby monitor on me and a contraction monitor, and a blood pressure band that took my blood pressure every 10 minutes. We hadn't been in the room 20 minutes, when my mom randomly walked in. I had told her they were just doing tests, but she wasn't deterred. She stayed in the room for about half an hour, then went out and waited in the waiting room with my dad. After several hours of tests, an ultrasound, me getting some food, and more tests, they finally concluded that I had a bladder infection that could cause the urine tests to be misread. So I was given antibiotics, and on Monday I am to start another 24 hr urine sample in which they will analyze and determine if the protein really is high. If it is, I will be induced sometime next week. Until then I will be on bed rest.
     The whole time I was in the hospital I kept my thoughts of jennica out of my mind, which i feel horrible about. Although I knew I needed to try to keep my blood pressure low and my mind on my baby to keep him safe. After we got home, Taylor kept my mind clear by reading the first chapter of the Hobbit to me. It was calming and relaxing. But when he prayed with me right before bed, I just had so much pent in emotion, I just cried. And he held me. He was there for me. And i so appreciate it.
     Jennica. I will miss you. You loved Disney movies. You were always happy. You wanted to serve the Lord, along with your husband, overseas in Mongolia. You loved children and babies. You were married less than a year. And I am sad you will not be able to meet my baby, till we are in heaven. I knew you were excited about my baby shower, and I was looking forward to seeing you and catching up. It would have been nice. But the Lord had other plans. And I know that you are in His presence, seeing and feeling things so many of us are envious of. Give glory to the Lord, till I can do it with you. See you soon jennica.

Gotta love swelling feet. Easter this year was fairly nice, aside from me having to work, which created my lovely swollen feet. Taylor, yaz, Wesley, April, Melissa and Jake did a skit for the church and got a standing ovation. It even made me tear up. They did such a good job.

Sometimes you just have to indulge...

<p>My pregnancy rant: <br>
I can't wait for this baby to come.out of me. I'm tired of waking up 5 times every night to pee for 2 seconds. I'm tired if getting out of bed in extreme pain, my arms hurt, my sides hurt, my stomach hurts, my legs hurt, my feet hurt. I limp around the house like an old woman. I'm tired of either being constipated or have diarrhea. My hands and feet fall asleep randomly. My free swell to the point where its painful to walk and at the moment, none of my shoes fit, including my work shoes. I get hungry almost instantly with a huge drop in my blood sugar which makes my hands shake till I eat something. My ribs burn and ache as they slowly expand. I choke on my spit everyday, due to excessive saliva. I have stretch marks on my boobs and lovehandles (not my stomach which im so ever grateful for...). My carpaltunnel has returned. People won't stop asking me when I'm due, if I'm pregnant, how far along I am, have I decided on a name, is it a boy or girl...? I can't lift heavy things. I pull muscles in my stomach. I get out of breath just by putting on my socks, it reading a paragraph in a book.

I could keep going. But I'm going to stop. Pregnancy sucks. I can't wait for this baby to come out of me. But I am glad I'm having him.