Week 34 ~ August 19, 2002
~ Superwoman Takes A Nosedive
Darn it all, I just knew I'd be on my feet until the day I delivered. I had no question I'd be working, going to school, doing just as I wanted. I'd be a tough pregnant woman-no complications.
Well, superwoman found her kryptonite. Not only can I not fly anymore, I can't even leap a building or two. I'm being melodramatic, I know, but I just can't help it.
You may have guessed by now that I had an OB appointment today, and it just didn't work out as I'd planned. I finally have an explanation for all the swelling. My blood pressure, up until this point, has been perfectly fine. But not today. It actually wasn't terribly high, only 140/78, but teamed with protein in my urine, along with the fact that my blood pressure has been right around 120/55 up until this point, it would seem I've mild toxemia. Key word though-mild. Nonetheless, I have been put on partial bed rest. Thank goodness it is partial-I know it could be worse. Today is my first afternoon at home, and I can't help but to look around and see a thousand things I need to be doing. There's ironing, dishes, dusting, vacuuming, etc. I know I have to ignore all these household duties, but it is really, really hard.
I am very happy that I had my OB appointment today, rather than Friday. This past weekend was very active, as I had a good friend in town (we went to lunch, did some shopping) on Saturday, and Sunday I drove to my parents' house to look at the armoire they are refinishing for Sam's room. I did buy a recliner over the weekend, and I'm very excited to be able to spend some of my bed rest in a comfortable chair.
I just can't believe I have any pregnancy-related problem. I know it sounds silly, but I just expected more from my body. Isn't that an odd thing to say? I guess I've just always been so active-and so belligerent about what I could accomplish in a day-that I'm extremely frustrated. I am going to continue working part-time in my office. I'll go in every morning and work four hours. I can still do some writing at home-thank you laptop, but primarily my weekend activities need to come to a screeching halt.
I have many blessings to count though-like my family. They all sprang into action as soon as Steve and I told them I was to spend more time in bed. Everyone was immediately concerned about whether they needed to rent a straightjacket and secure me tightly every afternoon. My sister has offered to spend time with me-sitting on me to keep me from running around. Steve's parents are bringing dinner over this week, and my parents picked up our new recliner and are driving it over this evening. They all make it a point to help us in any way. I couldn't be any more thankful.
So, I complained about my job; I guess this is my comeuppance for complaining. I suppose I should be glad to spend less time at the office, but with that comes the frustration of less activity all-round.
Doesn't superwoman overcome her kryptonite in the end? Well, if not, this superwoman will.