Up, Down, Up, Down

OMG.

So, non-reactive strip up here for almost an hour. She moved once. I drank juice, I ate, it did nothing. They sent me downstairs, I get on the monitor, and she performs.

Honestly, there must be something about going downstairs that scares her into action. I HATE going down there. I really, really, really don't want to go back again, but they said it's likely, since their nst machines work better.

Waiting for Jake and Jay to come see me. My head hurts again, and while I was downstairs they ran a PIH (pregnancy induced hypertension) blood work panel on me, just in case that's what is causing my head ache. Eating lunch, deluxe cheese sandwich with Italian wedding soup. Mandarins I'll save for my munchkin, and some milk. I also have cheese and an apple from my morning snack, that I didn't get to eat before going downstairs.

I'm bummed. I missed Recreational therapy today. They were doing bibs, scratch mittens and play blocks. I've done all of those before, but it would have been nice to go into the lounge and see some other faces. My neighboring bed is still vacant, which I won't complain about.

I feel badly for the lady on the ward that's 10w5d with hypermesis gravidium. She's so sick they have her on a nasal feeding tube. I wonder who is going to get bunked up with me. There are so many different types of ailments, it's always a mystery.

The nurses down in delivery all know me, that's sort of lame. Maybe next time it will be the real deal, but hopefully next time I have to go down there is a whilllllle away!!

If I could make it to 33 weeks, she would be big enough to start nursing right away, although with a lot of help, and everything would be so much easier. That said, I had better not get ahead of myself. Every single day counts!