Non-Stress Test 2

I would like to start by asking, Who names these tests?  Clearly, no one who has ever needed one done!

All week, I have been feeling pressure and tightening, contractions.  I knew I had an appointment on Monday, so I did NOT want to go back to the doctor for a couple reasons:
1) I was already going on Monday;
2) I didn't want them to put me in the hospital;
3) I didn't want to be over-analyzing everything and waste everyone's time.

All silly reasons, I logically realize.  However, this morning, the pains were getting a little more intense.  I took a nap with Beckett and when I got up, I could tell I needed to say something.  I took my medicine (celebrate remembering the little things), and immediately got dizzy and nauseous. (A side effect that I hadn't felt yet.)

Shonn was with his friend and sales rep for Illinois Brick, designing an engineered wall for a project on Lake Decatur, and he texted me on his way home.  I admitted I wasn't feeling well, and agreed we might need to see the doctor.  When he got home, we headed to Effingham.

A non-stress test, for those of you who haven't had one, is a test that involves two monitors being attached to your stomach. One monitors the baby's heart rate; the other monitors contractions. This is the same test I took on Monday that showed I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes, completely unaware.  (I still have no idea how that happens!)  The nurse, Michelle, took my blood pressure, which was very high for me and she said she was going to take it again later because I was "all worked up".  HA!  So, they hooked me up to the machine and baby's heart rate was great.  I was having contractions, but no where near what they were on Monday.  By this time, the medicine I had remembered to take (very proud) had kicked in and was doing its job.  Jamie came in and talked to me about the test and next steps, which include a visit on Monday.  After all of that, Michelle took my blood pressure again: 109/69. Normal for me.  Additional proof that this test is not aptly named.

Shonn and I were both relieved.  Mom stayed with Beckett while we were gone, and I was glad to see her when we got home.  I parked myself back on the couch and my little man climbed up next to me.  All is good.

Picture is from last week, but I love the "Cheeseburger" smile. :)