One more week....at least

I went to the high risk doctor today. There was a chance that I would be able to go home today, so I was nervous all day. Now, I've never been arrested, so I've never had to endure a parole hearing, but I bet how I felt today has a similar sentiment. There was a chance I was going to be set free.

Well, looks like I'm the big house for at least another week.

He did an ultrasound, but after some quick readings he let us know that it was too early to make an accurate measurement of the baby's growth. He said we'd have to wait until next week. He wants to make sure that I stay in a controlled environment and that I'm monitored multiple times on a daily basis. I was a little saddened when I sneaked a peek at my chart and read his recommendation to my doctor for another week of "inhouse bedrest." But he knows what's best.

I guess I'll be spending Easter in the hospital. But Mike says the Easter Bunny visits hospitals. We're thinking of doing an Easter Egg Hunt around my bed. The weirdest will be not going to church on Easter Sunday.

After my visit with the high risk specialist I was wheeled back to my room and I waited for my doctor to stop by. I had already looked at the chart, so I knew that I was going to be here for another week. However, my own doctor is who makes the ultimate call, so I just waited for him and acted surprised when he told me the news.

My doctor also talked to me about my weight gain--or lack of. I feel as though I'm eating like an elephant, but I'm just not gaining as much weight as I should. Never in a million years did I think I would have so much trouble adding on pounds! I've never had that problem before! If I weren't pregnant, I'm sure I would weigh as much as a house. So, tomorrow I'm meeting with a nutritionist to help me find a diet that will be the most effective.

Okay, so who has ever had to wear anti-embolism stockings? On my quest to rid myself of all self-dignity and all around "babeness", I now have to wear these knee high stockings to prevent thrombosis (blood clots). They are a very attractive white color with yellow trim to accent my already pale skin. The holes on the toes are a nice touch to allow nurses to inspect my toes. They should market these things as 0 to Grandma in 5 seconds (no offense grandma). I'm going to have to keep Mike away with a stick while wearing these.

But don't let my ranting come across as ingratitude. My time here really isn't bad. I'd spend months in here to help the baby if I needed to. And the nurses and staff are SO incredible nice. The customer service here is better than any hotel I've ever stayed at. They all look out for me and are always stopping in to check on me. I really respect and appreciate all that they do. Between the nurses and Mike--I'm completely pampered.

As always, I'll keep you updated as the story unfolds.