26 weeks, 2 days and counting...

Today was another doppler. Yes, it was still high. I did manage to get wheelchair rides every day. I could go down to the lobby everyday to see my kids but I am kind of scared of getting the swine flu so I made the heartbreaking decision to not use my wheelchair rides for the purpose of hanging out in the lobby. I hate that. I really hate the swine flu and the fact that is has been so hard on pregnant women. Until I get vaccinated I don't want to take any chances. I also found out that people won't be allowed to visit at all if this hospital has over 25% of patients with the swine flu. That doesn't help bed rest at all. :} This hospital still hasn't recieved the H1N1 vaccine yet. So, if anyone from the CDC is reading this, would you please hurry that process up!!! I have found a ton of places that are pretty close by where I could go and get the shot. I even asked my doctor yesterday if I could go and get the shot at a clinic since this hospital doesn't ever seem to be a high priority on anyone's list. I was shocked that he considered it. But the answer was no. So much for my attempted jail break. :)

I also found out some not so great news today as well. I have pregnancy induced diabetes and pre-eclampsia. Yea for me. This day has not been fun at all. How am I supposed to feel like I want to go another 7 weeks being pregnant when most of the news I hear isn't good. I also have TTTS again and that isn't cool. That part has to be deja vu. I am sure I did the TTTS thing 10 weeks ago. They even considered having me get the surgery again.

Now I am on a very restricted diet, which means yuck food. Why do I have to be so darn picky? I suppose that is what happens when you choose to go into the culinary industry. Be warned: if you are a chef, a food connoisseur, a food critic, Chef Ramsey, or anything that trains your palate, DO NOT GET STUCK IN THE HOSPITAL!!! You won't make it, trust me. :) The dietician told me I couldn't pick my food anymore and I am assuming my eyes popped out of my head. The dietician looked at me and said, "Don't worry, you won't lose weight." HA, she thinks I am worried about that. Well, actually, yes I will lose weight because I am so darn picky. That has been one of the hardest parts of all this. The menu here really isn't that great. There have been several days of Doug bringing in the meals my friends have made for them (thanks you guys, your food has been great). And I was enjoying my fruit smoothies just about every day. That won't be happening anymore. The dietician said I am allowed to eat steak. Any suggestions for great steaks around here? I wonder how long it would take for me to get sick of steak? Anyway, so now I get my finger poked every couple of hours and that isn't fun. I was enjoying the freedom of not being watched over like a hawk. Now there is someone in here every hour or less wanting to poke at me or ask me a myriad of questions. 'sigh'

I do feel that President Hinckley wasn't joking when he said he really did not like being in the hospital. He is absolutely right on not having any privacy. Oh well, I suppose that is what happens when you are in a hospital.

I put a whole new spin on hi-risk though. One of the residents even told me this morning that I am 'one of the more complicated patients.' I am always here to help. Sometimes I feel like I am a science project and not a person, with the residents. The doctors are all really great at helping me feel normal. The residents on the other hand...they have a lot to learn still. :) I think I might help them with that. :)

I suppose this wouldn't be a trial of patience or faith if bad things didn't happen, right? I will go with that thought. I did find a scripture though that makes me laugh every time I read it. Are you ready for it? It is in Mosiah 23:21-22. It reads, "Nevertheless the Lord seeth fit to chasten his people; yea he trieth their patience and their faith. Nevertheless- whosoever putteth his trust in him the same shall be lifted up at the last day..." I laughed so hard when Doug and I read that one night. He gave me this odd look. I am sure he thought I had lost my mind. I see the humor in it. Until next time...