The Best News is No News

This week we saw the perinatologist again, and prior to the visit repeated the 24 hour urine test, which is my least favorite thing right now.

The best news we have so far is that the protein in the urine is roughly the same as it was a month ago.

I hope you enjoyed that sentence because that’s the end of the good news. I’m still leaking protein like a crazy person but since it’s not getting worse, it’s technically good news.

The rest of it is all going to hell. The borderline blood pressure from two weeks ago at the doctor’s office, following the high blood pressure at the drugstore, started a chain of what is now three consecutive weeks of borderline blood pressure readings at doctor’s offices. And there was another, much worse blood pressure reading at a drug store last Friday.

Also, although the nausea has been continuous, the vomiting has not been. It’s been sporadic at best, but in the past week I’ve vomited more days than I haven’t, sometimes multiple times a day. That also counts as a pre-eclampsia symptom.

Result: I’m getting a blood pressure machine tomorrow and I’m going to do blood pressure readings twice daily until further notice. I have a list of the possible reading results and a list of what to do for each of them. Most of them include going into the doctor’s office or labor and delivery.

BUT the good result on the 24 hour protein means I don’t have to do that again until next month and they think I’ll have at least that much time before I have to start looking at bed rest and hospitalization.

The other good news is that the baby is big. Not outside the range, and they don’t think it’s because of gestational diabetes (although we’ll know more after the one hour glucose test next Friday) but it’s measuring a week ahead on the weight and head size and two weeks ahead on the femur size. It’s going to be tall and chunky. Which is good, because if it has to come early to save my life–a legitimate possibility–that gives it a much better chance at a good outcome.

I feel terrible all the time. Everything hurts. I’m afraid to eat. This pregnancy is kicking my ass.



Doctors are the WORST

This week I had a little bobble on the road to pregnancy health and happiness. The headaches were back full force, along with the floaters in my vision that may or may not be associated with a spike in blood pressure. At some point I found myself in a pharmacy and thought I would use the automatic blood pressure thingy as a way to reassure myself that all was fine.

All was NOT fine, the number was 146/95 which is not an ok number at all. I’m not set to see my doctor for almost another full week so I called the nurse, who flipped out and insisted that I come in immediately.

This was a pain in the ass, because we have one car and it was almost time to get the kids from school. The husband had to take off work, drop me at the doctor, and go get the kids, and even with all the hustle in the world he was still 15 minutes late to get them.

Meanwhile, I’m at the doctor’s office seeing one of my regular doctor’s partners since my doctor was booked. And this woman was so mean. She made me cry.

The blood pressure at the doctor’s office was borderline at 132/89. But–surprisingly–the quick urine test was perfect. The quick urine tests have been better recently, although the 24 hour tests have still been pretty unpleasant, but this is the first completely clear urine test since week 12 of this pregnancy.

Regardless, the doctor was incredibly dismissive about the blood pressure. “Your blood pressure is fine now,” she said, “and blood pressure varies throughout the day, a single bad reading doesn’t mean anything.” And then, “don’t you have a history of headaches anyway? What would make you jump to the assumption that the headaches are preeclampsia instead of your normal headaches?” As if I had insisted on coming in and disrupting her day for no reason.

It was terrible. I don’t want to do the next 24 hour urine, I don’t want to see the specialist, I don’t want to see my regular doctor, I want to just avoid everything until the baby comes in the summer.