Third Quarter- Preparing for the Fourth

Another doctor's appointment this week- another hook-up to the fetal monitor and blood pressure check. (Baby was once again performing cirque du soleil in my abdomen). The blood pressure was up a bit again- I blame this on Target and their sale on tiny adorable little baby socks- couldn't resist. So I got the same spill from the doc about inducing me on my due date. I will have to take matters into my own hands before this happens and attempt natural inducement. I will keep you posted on my stair climbing/ red raspberry leaf tea drinking inducement methods... worse comes to worse may have to take "the drink." Jackie knows of what I speak- the champagne/castor oil concoction.

A Tale of Victory and Chick Fil A

Was forced to go in this morning for another blood pressure check and suprise suprise the blood pressure was absolutely normal. Now my doc thinks that work is what was contributing to my high blood pressure earlier in the week. Of course I absolutley agree with her and asked whether she could write me a note - for life- that says I never have to work or pay my bills again. She seemed reluctant.

I celebrated my low blood pressure victory with Starbucks pumpkin spice latte and chick-fil-a. I blame D'Arlene completely for its intense craving for the chick- if it were up to me it would be nothing but lettuce and carrots. And grass fed beef of course.

Another Day Another Ten Pounds

So went back to the doctor yesterday where she proceeded to hook me up to a fetal monitor for 2 hours- why you ask- good question. She believes that because I have a baby the size of a VW bus that I must need to be induced or to have a c-section or some other crazy medical intervention. Clearly I just need Jenny Craig or rather D'Arlene (what Lee calls our poor fetus) needs Jenny.