Nesting on crack

Yesterday was a very bizarre day in our house.

The nesting instinct has kicked into high gear. There was nursery furniture organizing! And closet cleaning! And painting!

I also assembled the Diaper Genie.

Which ended with me yelling, "Man down!"

I was trying to get the damn thing together and when I had the top open and was snapping it onto the base, I accidentally let go of it and my face was in the way and it closed on my nose and took the skin off.

I am now sporting a festive scab. Which should be just super in all the pictures if I go into labor anytime soon. Not to mention at Josh's company party.

I cannot be trusted with assembly of baby items. How can I ever be trusted with the baby? What if I get him caught in the Diaper Genie? His little nose would have been chopped off completely.

Then, after all the nesting later in the afternoon, my feet were approximately 25 times their normal size. And quite red. And I freaked out because I thought it was a bad thing. So I give a ring to the on-call doctor and she says to swing by OB triage for a quick check.

My mom was coming to town to take care of me and had to be picked up at the train station. So I tell Josh to drop me off and go get my mom and then return some paint to Home Depot and then come back.

So I get there at 7 p.m. and they have me change and hook me up for monitoring as well. I laid there for a bit and I really needed to switch to my side because the posture was killing me, so the monitor moved. Well they wanted to make sure it wasn't the baby's heart rate dropping so they put me on an IV and did an ultrasound to measure fluid -- which at 13 was perfect. Duh, I knew that, I just had an ultrasound the week before.

Anyway, they said my blood pressure was slightly high for me (117/83, when I am normally 100/60). They didn't think it was high enough to be concerned and there was no protein in my urine, but they wanted to run labs to be sure. I was told it would take an hour.

THREE HOURS LATER, they tell me the tests were "not filed right" and they were still waiting. At 10 p.m. Josh tried to convince them I would come back if they showed anything bad, to no avail. He told them I had not eaten since lunch, so they said he could bring me some food.

A chicken soft taco supreme and chicken ranchero soft taco later, Josh's run for the border was muchly appreciated.

They finally got the tests back and sent me home at 11 p.m. They were, as anticipated, all clear,

So the moral of the story is, "better safe than sorry" visits are annoying and not worth it.

They said they will see me Friday for the cerclage removal. I asked if they were sure it wasn't Friday yet seeing as I had been there so long.