Ack. My blood pressure is up again. This is what I’ve been dreading all pregnancy. Well mostly the words “bed rest”. Because, after all, how DOES one rest with a 19-month-old? In a BED, no less? Thankfully, I managed to convince my doctor that since I will be going to work for the next two days, there is no more restful place on Earth for me to be (oh the irony) and so she dared not utter the dreaded words. So today I have had the delightful task of a 24-hour urine collection–TMI, I know. Tomorrow I get a few blood tests in the AM, then go relax at work all day. From then on, who knows? What I DO know is the last time this happened, I delivered a baby four days later. And I’m not exactly sure how I feel about that.