On Monday October 5, I was getting ready to leave work.  Greg and I were going to go to Mongolian BBQ with Angela for my birthday, which was October 6.

I had been to the Doctor earlier that morning for a check up.  I recieved a phone call around 4:00 p.m. from the mid wife's office telling me to drive myself to the hospital for some further testing.  There was something in the routine tests that was not OK.

They told me not to worry, but to get to the hospital as quick as possible.  I called Greg who was at home on his day off.  He gathered my belongings and met me at the hospital.  Luckily I had already packed my hospital bag for the most part.

We got to the hospital and they explained that I had a high bacteria count in my urine.  I needed to get an antibiotic treatment from them because being in the third trimester there were no antibiotic pills that could be perscribed to me.  I was to get the IV administered and go home later that night.  Greg and sat and visited and did our best to relax while I was getting the IV drug.

While getting the IV I was hooked up to a fetal monitor so they could ensure the bebe was doing good.  They were also taking my blood pressure.  At some point during the evening my blood pressure sky rocketed and the nurse became concerned for mine and the baby's health.  I was then instructed that I would be staying overnight.

Greg and I got scared. 

While I was in the hospital Greg would work (since he worked there) and then come visit me, and then go home for the night.  Nothing happened to me or the baby.  My blood pressure was just very high and they were concerned for our health.

Before I left the hospital I was instructed that I would not be returning to work... Probably until after I had the baby.  I wasn't on full bed rest yet, but if I don't take it easy and relax and keep my blood pressure down I may end up on full bed rest.

As happy as I was to not go to work, I wasn't mentally prepared for it.  I mean, who doesn't want some time off, but then again - I am at work more than I am at home.  I have responsibilities, friends and just stuff... to do... That was a hard thing to digest, but once I did - I felt a lot better.  My boss was so ery understanding about it that I had no choice, but to embrace the beginning of my 12 weeks off work.

For my 30th birthday, my unborn child gave me no work for 12 weeks!  Happy birthday to me!