Coco is still just gaining weight. We had another BPP on Friday and found out that Coco measures about 7 lbs right now, and should gain about an ounce a day until delivery. We also got a few 3D pictures from that ultrasound.
I'm getting more and more depressed every time someone who is due after me delivers now, mostly because I am so horrifically jealous of them getting to meet their babies. Today I woke up feeling worse than I have ever felt in my life (seriously, not an exaggeration), and have had several high blood pressure readings today already (166/136 and 172/117). I also on top of all that, woke up with what I think is the start of a cold. But I hesitate to even bother calling my doctor's office, because they'll send me to the ER for monitoring, and then send me home anyway. I've learned that I need to be nearly stroking out or have to have had the baby in the car on the way there for them to take me seriously about this all, which is sad.
I was going to attempt to clean my house today, since I don't want to come home to such a mess when we do have Coco, but I just don't think I have it in me. I also was going to try to find a way to trim my hair, but that's not happening either. Looks like it will just be an extremely lazy day here.
I'm so sick of missing out on things because of how rotten I feel too. If I felt better, I could be eating at my favorite pizza place right now, but instead I'm sitting on the couch wallowing in self-pity.
(Ignore how nasty I look in this picture. I feel like dirt.)
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