This week marks the beginning of the weekly doctor appointments. I really need everyone to do some serious praying. The BP is still high and I'm scared. I think I am more worried than Dr. Stewart. I came in with elevated blood pressure. When I said to him last week..."i've never had hypertension" his response was, "Well, you have never had triplets either."
So, I did some google'ing and found that watermelon, citrus, and potatoes are suposed to help with hypertension. So, I will be gorging myself on those peticular foods. I am also eliminating every bit of salt I can in my diet. You don't realize what contains salt until you start trying to remove it. I've never been a fan in general, but that means no more pizza, chinese, etc. Derek may starve.
Aside from the hypertension the doctor appointment went well. It was a growth ultrasound. The highlight of the hour and 45 minute scan was seeing little Luke yawn. I have a picture of it, but I still haven't installed the new scanner. I'm so lazy. Anyway, Luke yawned. Little Emma looks great and our little bean David/Katherine is being squished. He/she is the still the smallest. The gap has gotten a little bigger. However, I still technically have over-achievers. They weigh 2lb 8oz - 2lb 13oz. "C" is in the 58th percentile (compared to a singleton) and the biggest of the three is in the 65th percentile (compared to a singleton).
My goal is still to keep them in until 36 weeks. I really do not want them to go to the NICU. For several reasons. Some obvious and some selfish. I will have to go back to work 8 weeks after they are born, I want to be able to spend every single second with them before I go back. I'm going to miss so many things when I go back. I can't stand the thought of it. It makes me queasy thinking about it.
I will be 29 weeks on Thursday. I will update you guys after the doctor appointment. Next week we begin non-stress tests. That should be sporty. As active and wild as these three are...oh that poor poor nurse who has to hook me up.