I’m never again going to not be pregnant. I have been pregnant forever, and it’s never going to end. This is the point at which I’ve decided to accept that fact.
So here’s what 33 weeks looked like, since I pretty much skipped that. And by pretty much, I mean I completely and totally skipped it.
So I actually do have a super exciting pregnancy near-emergency story.
Tuesday, on my VERY LAST DAY OF CLINICALS, I woke up at about 5 am, completely out of breath. I propped myself up on an extra pillow and focused on my breathing, and I fell back asleep until my alarm went off at 5:50. I grabbed breakfast on my way to clinical (don’t tell Andy I’m spending money on fast food, he hates that), and went to our little beginning of the day conference thing in the employee break room.
So I felt like crap and was trying to catch my breath through the whole thirty-minute meeting, and when we were standing up to go on the floor, I got tunnel vision and couldn’t catch my breath. A fellow student took my pulse, which was just over 100 (high), and then we went upstairs so they could take my blood pressure.
“Normal” blood pressure is 120/80, but mine runs around 96/56 (yes, that specific). With the lightheadedness and the tunnel vision, and the fact that I was seeing spots (did I mention that part? I don’t remember. But I was seeing spots for sure), I thought that, if anything, my blood pressure had dropped.
Nope. 138/83. That’s a big problem, and high blood pressure out of nowhere in pregnancy can mean preeclampsia. Not. Good.
So I laid down on the couch in the employee lounge, and made some phone calls, and eventually it was determined I needed to go home, and I needed to go see my midwife, like, RIGHT NOW. Problem was, I couldn’t drive. So another student took me home, then a friend drove me to the midwife.
I was nauseous, my head was pounding, my vision was completely jacked up, I couldn’t catch my breath, my heart was racing (my pulse got up to 118 beats per minute), and on top of it all, I was almost having a panic attack because I thought there was a chance they were going to have to deliver Lucas, like, immediately because somehow I suddenly had preeclampsia. I wasn’t ready for that.
Luckily, though, given my symptoms and the lack of protein in my urine (TMI, sorry), it was determined that it WASN’T preeclampsia, and probably just idiopathic pregnancy-induced hypertension.
I feel all smart and fancy saying that.
I obsessively took my blood pressure the rest of the day on Tuesday, then most of the day yesterday, and it’s been lower than it was Tuesday morning, but still high for me, and I’m still having a hard time catching my breath, and still seeing spots. So that’s awesome. But Lucas is doing well, and using my organs as punching bags, so I can’t complain too much.
In other news, I’m less than a week from done with the semester, and for real, HALLELUJAH on that one. Three days of finals next week, and that’s it. I’m so ready for the break.
Anyway, that’s all my news for now. Enjoy.