The hubs was in the hospital already because he was getting his IV medication so I figured while I was there I would call them. They told me to come and pee for them so they could send it out. When I did, I left the sample on the shelf and when I came out, they told me I was good to go, so I left the office, thinking that they'd send it out and if something was wrong, they'd give me a call after it was sent out. Where we were in the hospital, there was no cell reception, so after I left the OB's office, I didn't check my phone for messages til about 3 (about 4 hours after I had initially gone up to see them.) There were FIVE voice mails on my phone from the OB's office, asking where I had gone, and that I needed to be seen. Wha?
I called them back and they told me that I had needed to be seen, and I had left the office before I could be. In my world, if someone says I'm, "good to go" that generally means I can ... well ... go. When I got back up to the OB's office, they asked where I had gone, so I told them, and they all got a big kick out of it. They saw me, and I could hear the midwife outside my door talking to the nurse and she said, "But we just sent her urine out."
She came in to see me, told me that my RLP is kicking in, that the stretching hormone (whatever that's called...) is also kicking in. AND that I've gained somewhere around SEVEN pounds... in a WEEK! Some of it is 100% water weight - my feet/ankles/hands/fingers are ridiculously swollen, and the OB wants me to keep my feet up as much as possible to keep the circulation up.
Really, they're probably going to think I'm crazy if I confuse RLP with kidney pain.
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