
After the excitement of seeing his surgeon and scheduling his surgery we went to my weekly doctor appointment to check on the baby. As luck would have it, all the excitement showed my blood pressure was high and because I'm 38 weeks and there was suspicion of preeclampsia last week, the doctor told me to go to the hospital to deliver the baby today. In his mind, there was no need to wait. The baby is big enough, fully developed, it's been two visits with high blood pressure and the baby was breech so why wait. So off we went.

Upon arriving at Prentice Women's hospital, a few buildings away from the doctor's office (aka the Playboy Building), I was admitted and my doctor ran a few tests-- all while Jason was in the lobby on the phone with his insurance company to get his surgery pre-approved (he was having all kinds of fun today). A few hours later my doctor confirmed a few things... first-- that my blood pressure had dropped, second-- that my tests were negative and third-- that it looked like the baby moved and was no longer breech. WHAT?! I have mentally prepared myself for a c-section (typically less than an hour procedure) only to find out I may have to push this baby out (typically 16 hours of labor for a first time mom). The only thing I can say is that I guess our days of planning anything are over and this little nugget is going to change our lives and all we can do is expect the unexpected.
