This week was the Ann Arbor Art Fair, so Jeff and I had to get up at 4am so he could get downtown at 5. I suppose I didn’t have to come with him, but I’d rather be at work really early than wade through art fair traffic on the bus… it’s ridiculous really. It’s actually been really nice. I watch the sun rise while sitting on the balcony of the office, and before I know it I’ve worked half a day and people are just getting in!
So that was a rough day, and I was already overly emotional and overwhelmed. That’s why they sent me in for the ultrasound. I would’ve opted not to, but they wanted to make sure the baby was alive and well. Anyway, I go back in on Wednesday (the day after the ultrasound), and they take my BP again. High. Then they try a different sized cuff… normal! So I get suspicious because I knew they had used the small cuff on me everytime before. I asked that they take it manually, and it was normal. Neither of the cuffs were accurate. The smaller one was going to read too high and the larger too low. So they put me on medication for potentially no reason, and scared the crap out of me for nothing. They told me to keep taking the meds for a week, but I quit them yesterday. There’s no reason for it. Plus I was having these wild dizzy spells and nightmares that I think the medication was contributing to. Anyway, needless to say I think it’s time to start seeing a midwife instead.
Tonight I’m going to start doing 365 again (because I think I’m slowly regaining my sanity) and make dinner and watch Good Will Hunting (Jeff’s never seen it!).