I apparently have a case of "Doctor's Office Hypertension." At least that is what I'm calling it. My blood pressure was high in the office, but then as soon as the doctor sent me to the hospital and I got hooked up to monitors and such, it was normal again. Maybe hospitals calm me. Most people feel stressed after being hooked up to beeping machines or getting blood drawn. But I think my lowest blood pressure reading actually happened when the phleblotomist was drawing blood on my left arm and the blood pressure cuff was being administered to my right arm. 115/65. Too funny. So after 5 hours in the hospital, which included 2 ultrasounds, 1 blood test, 1 urine test, 10 blood pressure readings, and hours of baby heartbeat-monitoring, I was free to go. The great news is that I don't have pre-eclampsia.
The not-so-great news is that I am now on bedrest and get to go back to the hospital on Monday for a repeat of yesterday's excitement. And part of me thinks that my doctor is punishing me for not just getting induced on her convenient time schedule. Two weeks ago, she offered to induce me when I got to the 39 week mark, but I said I would prefer to wait unless it was medically necessary. She has suggested it 3 more times since then, in an off-handed, doing-me-a-favor way, kind of saying, "If you're tired of being pregnant, I can induce you anytime now." And since I keep declining her, I think she is smiling to herself now, thinking, "well then, you can lay in bed all weekend and spend a few hours in the hospital and we'll see how you feel about inducing on Monday, won't we??"
Oh well, I have plenty of recorded crime dramas to watch and internet websites to read. I'm fine being undelivered for now.