So yesterday was an interesting day. It started off like a normal Monday morning, but at about 9:30am I was sitting in a meeting at work, when I started to feel very dizzy. The room just started spinning and I felt like I was going to fall out of my chair. It was a very strange feeling and it scared me. I didn't want to make a big scene in the meeting so I just sat there and tried to be okay. After a few seconds the room stopped spinning so much, but I was still feeling dizzy. I knew the meeting was about to be over so I didn't want to say anything to make anyone worried. When the meeting was over I went back to my desk and called Patrick to tell him that I might need him to come and get me. I then told a couple of my co-workers that I wasn't feeling well and that I might need to go home. I called mom to ask her what she thought, and she said to call my Dr. I went ahead and called Patrick back and told him to go ahead and come to pick me up. I called the doctor, but I had to leave a message. I let my boss know that I was going to be leaving because I wasn't feeling well. Patrick had the day off yesterday, so he was out at Lake Conroe fishing. About 15 minutes later he called me back to let me know that it was probably going to take him a little bit longer to come pick me up, because in his rush to come pick me up, he turned the boat around quickly and hit a stump and some part on the boat was broken and it was going to take him longer to get back to the boat ramp. I told him not to panic and that I was OK, I just needed to go home and lay down. He didn't really give me a good idea of how long it was going to take so I assumed it wouldn't be too long. After about 20 more minutes, I called him back to see where he was and he then informed me exactly how far from the boat ramp he really was. After I realized that it was going to be several hours before he could pick me up, I decided to just drive myself home. I wasn't feeling dizzy anymore, just kinda crummy. The nurse from the doctor's office called me back when I got home and told me just to take it easy until I came in for my weekly appointment in the afternoon.
I laid down and rested until Patrick finally got home at about 12:45pm. He felt so bad about what happened and that he wasn't able to be there to pick me up. I assured him that I was okay and that the baby was okay and if something like this happened again for him not to panic. He has told me that he is not going to be going fishing anymore until after the baby gets here. Poor guy, he was so mad at himself.
At 3:30pm we went to the doctor for our weekly appointment. I had an ultrasound and we found out that Ainsley is appox. 6 lbs 9 oz. I was about half a cm dilated and 50% effaced, so I'm hoping that means that I won't have to wait until my due date to have this baby.
