The NST didn’t go so great this morning. I ended up strapped in for an hour, because fetal heart rate dropped twice during that time, or so they think. They don’t actually know. It’s probably because the baby moved away from the monitor, especially since the second time it happened, the lady moved the monitor and the heart rate went back up. Funny that. Anyway, so they’re making me have another ultrasound today. They want to check amniotic fluid, and if it’s low, they plan on admitting me for more useless lay-in-the-hospital-just-to-receive-IV-fluids. I’m never getting pregnant again, this is ridiculous. I was expecting a baby to overtake my life, not my prenatal care.
Since I refused to sit in the lobby for the next two to three hours, I told them I’d come back this afternoon after class and sit in the lobby (where I’m sure I’ll be for two to three hours). Which means I have to call in to work. I have a stack of medical records on my desk that I was working on, so if I don’t end up in the hospital, I’ll have to go in tomorrow, which sucks. If I end up in the hospital, I guess they become someone else’s problem.