Well, the midwife from the previous entry was definitely not my favorite, but it turns out she was right about some things.

Gaining six pounds in two weeks had less to do with Arby's and more to do with a spike in blood pressure.

While I did have ankle bones, I have ceased to now.

I probably shouldn't have had that third Pepsi.

Anyway, over the weekend my feet went back to sausage status. I couldn't even fit them in my husband's slippers, which are two sizes too large for me.

Monday morning, I woke up feeling like I got hit by a truck. I was nauseated, my head was pounding, I was convinced I was about to faint. So I called the doctor to report my swelling and other symptoms. I was only scheduled to work until noon, so I figured I'd try to get into the doctor shortly after noon.

When the nurse called, she convinced me that if I didn't go to the doctor right away, both my baby and I would definitely die. So I went. And I had to see that damn midwife again.

This time, she set me up on a fetal monitor to make sure the baby was okay while she talked to me about preeclampsia. Fantastic. Then she says to me, "Are you still working?" Yes. "Not anymore." Ha. Then she said it again.

"So when exactly does this 'not working' thing start?"

"Now."

Um. The girl who is covering for my maternity leave doesn't start until next Monday. Great.

So, no more work. Somewhat stressful, but generally, kind of great. I'm bored at home, but at least I'm not concerned about whether or not I'll be able to maintain consciousness for the drive home.

Then, today I went in for my regular doctor's appointment. Regular. Right. My blood pressure is back up. Back on the fetal monitor. Baby is still doing fine.

Then she tells me that with all this happening, she doubts I'll go to my due date. Alright. Since my mom is planning to drive across country to come for the birth, I ask her when she might know if she's planning to induce me.

"Why don't we just have this baby next Friday?"

(That was her, not me.)

What?

So although I am currently in a slight state of shock, it appears that I have been scheduled to have my water broken next Friday morning. It all seems very real now.

They don't have wifi at the hospital (like you actually believe I would keep up on my blogging there when I don't even do it at home), but Sarah, who just happens to be arriving in KC the same day I'm being induced is going to learn how to post for me so that I can keep y'all posted.

I'd like to say that I'll post a couple more times before then, but I'm not trying to fool you guys. Tomorrow is Andiclaus' last day off before the induction, so we have a lot of stuff to do.