Adam woke up and went to work. I had been up all night with contractions. Like the night before, they were sporadic. Unlike the night before, they hurt like heck. So bad they were making me yak. We had a Dr appt in the morning. Adam came home to get me and his grandmother came over to wait for the plumber. When we got to the Dr, they asked the regular questions including "Baby moving and grooving?". He was, but not as much as he usually did. Since I was having contractions they wanted to hook me up to a monitor to make sure E was handling them ok. They made me drink 100 gallons of orange juice (ok, perhaps 100 gallons is a slight exaggeration) but Elijah still wasn't moving too much. They decided to have an ultra sound done just to be sure. I had my regular exam, dialated 3 cm, and then the ultra sound. He was fine. The technician showed him moving around and breathing fine. When we got out they told me I had developed pre-clampsia (high blood pressure) over the past week. I'd been in labor for 32 hours, of course my blood pressure was high! Dr. Snow sent me straight to the hospital to induce me into labor. This was it. It was time. As we left the receptionist said "Congratulations!" and that was all it took to send me into emotional crazy town. It hit me at that moment what the last 9 months were all about. I was about to have my baby. We went to the hospital, called everyone we knew, and tried to prepare ourselves mentally for what was about to happen....
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