Giving birth to my son was a total surprise. Not in an "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" type of way, but still unexpected nonetheless. It was the height of summer and I was a huge almost 7 months pregnant. Despite the heat I decided to venture out to the local street fair in search of food. I've always been the type to forage for a good nosh and pregnancy just made it worse because I had to have it right then and there and I would do whatever it took to satiate my hunger. Take for example the time that I popped a uey across 4 lanes of traffic to follow the ice cream truck. Or maybe the time that I scavaged the streets of Manhattan looking for a funnel cake that I thought I smelled in the air. Ok enough about food and back to how I ended up unexpectedly giving birth to my beautiful baby boy.
After going to the street fair my feet were a little swollen but I took that to be on account of the heat, walking, and salty street food. I decided to take it easy and lounge in my air conditioned living room with my feet propped up. After a while I decided to take my blood pressure just to be on the safe side. 149/91. I didn't really know what that meant since I had never had a problem with my blood pressure before, however my mother told me that it was high and that I should let my doctor know. I hate calling anyone on the phone so I decided to send her an email since she always gets back to me very quickly and I didn't really feel bad or anything.
While I waited for her reply I decided that I needed a little snack and some water to bring my pressure down. Eventually my doctor replied and told me that I should go down to labor and delivery for monitoring. Being an avid lurker on The Bump I knew that I should pack some snacks, my phone charger, and magazines because I could be sitting around for a long time before they let me go home.
Little did I know, I wouldn't be going home any time soon.
