I’m normally such a healthy eater. Sigh.
Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Group B strep test came back negative, which is great news. It means I don’t have to have IV antibiotics during labor. Hooray. (About 20% of pregnant women test positive for this and have to receive — I think — several doses of IV drugs on an hourly basis, and have to go to the hospital immediately when their water breaks.)
As it is, I will be expected to go in to the hospital 24 hours after my water breaks, if it breaks while I am laboring at home, out and about, wherever.
Some doctors are less conservative, allowing 48 hours. My grandmother says when her water broke but labor didn’t progress, the hospital sent her home for SEVEN DAYS. Nothing bad happened. My dad was fine. However, no medical establishment would follow that protocol today. The fear, of course, is infection.
Interestingly, if you keep drinking lots of liquids, your body will keep producing amniotic fluid because the baby will keep peeing. I’d never thought of that…
After the doctor, I came home and spent the day on the couch. Hence the pizza. The Internet was eating my brain, what with all the comments to approve for my mug giveaway, and suddenly it was 1:30, I was VERY hungry and there was nothing to eat in the fridge. So I called and ordered a pizza. Should have been a treat, but sadly, no. In the end, it wasn’t a very good pizza, and I was bloated for HOURS afterwards. Ugh.
So much for the joy of pregnancy cravings. At least swim class later helped to make me feel better.
Now it’s 7ish a.m. The in-utero one has been up and practicing his tai chi moves for at least an hour. I suspect this will be another lazy day on the couch — when the lack of sleep catches up with me.