Free at last

So the stitches are OUT. Out damn spot.

The removal was painful and sucked, but it is done. She was really digging for the second stitch and the speculum was pinching me so bad. I was doing some deep breathing and digging my hands into each other while I stared at the drop ceiling and Josh rubbed my arm.

It took less than five minutes, but it seemed to be an eternity.

I asked to see the stitches and they looked like green and black electrical wire. I could have been conducting light bulbs all this time.

After she finished up, she pronounced me 1 cm dilated, 60% effaced and he's -1 station. I did not have a single contraction at the hospital so they sent me home.

Now for the crappy news -- I am spilling protein in my urine, have high blood pressure (139/83, which I am normally 100/60), my legs/feet are horribly swelling and my bloodwork came back so-so -- all the fun signs of pre-eclampsia. So I have to do the 24-hour urine collection and they will be able to get a better picture of my status by tomorrow night.

So my new Subzero fridge has become the place I store my pee.

No, that's not apple juice in my fridge.

So now I guess we hang out and wait...

Sorry for the lame-ass post. I will be better on Monday.