Yup. My beautiful specimen of wee, so promisingly clear a sign of my wonderful hydration levels, has proven to have protein lurking about. Stupid dipsticks not picking it up.
The midwife won't call it pre-eclampsia, but I am sitting around now waiting for the specialist to call (because it is his or her job to diagnose I guess). The midwife did say she believes my "hypertensive issues" will get worse. So, yeah, might as well call it.
I have cussed, and cried, and might do a bit more of both. It is too fucking early for this. Fine, if I am going to get this shit, let it wait until I am 37 weeks. 30 weeks 3 days is too early. How long can we keep this bun in the oven before the oven starts to burn out?? This is a game of chicken I don't want to play!
But on the bright side, bubs was doing well on that last ultrasound, and my liver and kidney functioning tests turned out fine. That is more important than the protein. So long as she keeps growing and those bad boys keep working...
...and on that note, I would like to add an apology to my liver for the abuse it took during my partying days. Dude. Sorry. Please keep functioning.
...and to my kidneys...since I abused you far worse with bad nutrition and you paid me in kind with a kidney stone some 15 years ago, well, I think we have settled our differences and have lived a peaceful and fulfilling life together. I drink an enormous amount of water for you. I may not always watch my sodium content so well as I should, but when I do eat salty food, I drink more water. We are totally good now. Right? Keep on rocking wit your bad selves. Please.
And now we wait for the specialist and to find out what is what and what we are going to do about it. I will post again then. In the meantime Cleo knows I am feeling shitty and has come to sit next to me on the couch and purr. Or to dry off by the fire because she got caught outside in the rain. I prefer to think her motives are selfless.