The appointment was at 3:40 but hubby couldn't make it, and wouldn't you know - she was completely on time. Of course my blood pressure is up again since Friday *boo* so I'm now sitting borderline at 149/90. As she's away the rest of the week, she wants me to test on Saturday, at a drug store! Luckily I don't have any headaches and I'm not seeing spots, so she's not terribly concerned, but wants to track it. And wouldn't you know it, I had to go get blood work and do a urine protein test.
I didn't bother telling her I shovelled the laneway this morning, I didn't think that was on my list of recommended activities. But if it iced over, I wouldn't be able to get out anyways, so I feel justified.
My next appointment is next Wednesday at 11:20 - she's doubled booked for the whole morning as she's flying out at 2. Should be an interesting visit.
One weird thing - she said to me today, 'well now that you are 39 weeks you are most at risk for having the baby. The highest risk is between 39 and 41 weeks'
Really? Risk? I thought that was pretty weird language. To my mind pregnancy and birth aren't an illness.