So, I just got done sitting with the monitors strapped on again for another thirty minutes. Good news: Jellybean looks good. Whew.
Bad news...I don't. The doctor was ok with what she saw, but not feeling good about it. My doctor was gone, so it was one of the partners. She said that if I were her patient, I would now be on bedrest. Thankfully, she cannot prescribe that because I am not her patient. I am supposed to take it easy and stay off my feet and rest as much as possible this weekend. I am also now going to be taking Procardia every six hours to stop contractions and preterm labor. This kinda stinks because it has to be taken every six hours on the nose...so I took one at 3:30 - next one at 9:30 - next one at...yup, 3:30am. Suck. I guess I get to set an alarm from now on.
My doctor is on call this weekend if anything new would come up. I hope and pray that the pills take care of all of this and we don't have to do any more of any of this - no more extra monitoring or medication or anything.
And that's the news. We're still avoiding the bad stuff like official bedrest, which is good, but we're dangling on the edge here. I knew the third trimester would be tougher than the rest of the pregnancy, but I'm already worn out and we're only a few weeks in.