I dropped off my computer at the Mac store today. They told me I had misdiagnosed the problem–that it wasn’t the Logic Board, but rather, I just needed a new keyboard. I guess three years of 20 hours-a-day finally got to the poor machine. I’m surprised it took that long.
After that, I headed to work, where I planted myself in front of another computer, to try to get some stuff done. I think all I successfully did was stick my nose into all the business going on around the production room, which apparently did not contribute to my well-being.
After a trip to the bank to sign some stuff, drop off some stuff, hubs and I headed to the doc, who diagnosed me with…ugh…high blood pressure. 150/100 to be exact. I had to ask what that meant, and all they told me was that it was VERY high. They made me lay down. I had to force myself to mentally shut down for those 15 minutes, after which they took my blood pressure again, and said it was 130/85. Much better, apparently.
So doc told me to take it easy. SERIOUSLY? Me? Take what easy? If they made Chill Pills, I’d buy stock. For real. But guess what, they don’t! And there is a kid on the way! And stuff to do before he arrives! And you’re telling me I have to be calm? I mean, doesn’t it stand to reason that this whole “take it easy thing” is just going to stress me out more?
I think I’m channeling dooce.com in that paragraph.
Anyway, I managed to get the passing grade on blood pressure, so they let me go. Not much progress on dilation–3.5. Still 80% effaced. Having some major, inconsistent contractions. A tiny sampling of what I’m in for. I’ve ditched all thoughts of trying to have a natural childbirth. Unless it doesn’t get much worse than what I’m currently feeling, that blood pressure is prone to skyrocket if I attempt natural childbirth. Bring on the epidural!
Meanwhile, I’m commandeered hubs’ computer and am holding it hostage.