So this morning, we went in for the dreaded "re-evaluation". Weight was 5 pounds less than Wednesday thanks to the fact that I elevated those legs like crazy and got the fluid down. But my blood pressure was higher than Wednesday.

So off to "Labor and Delivery" we went! Eek! Then the only words our doctor said to us were, YOU ARE BEING ADMITTED, which was the only thing we didn't want to hear. Once in the hospital room, I met a very nice nurse named Gwen who explained to me that I was just being admitted for observation and if all was well, it would only take a few hours. I got a heartbeat monitor for each baby, a monitor for contractions and a blood pressure cuff for me. I barely noticed when she drew lots and lots of blood. What a good blood taker she was!

Then a medical student came in and asked me a million questions, which she was going to report to a resident.

Of the 5 or so blood pressure readings they did, one was a little high, while the others were completely fine. We heard the babies' heartbeats and kicks via machine for the whole 2 hours we were in there. And oh my! Rachel is the crazy mover and kicker, which we knew, but oh my! :) She just moved and moved and kicked and kicked. Sometimes Anya would respond to her, sometimes not. The sounds of the kicks on the fetal monitor reminded us of being in a submarine, not that either of us have ever been in one, but that is what it was like.

After all of my blood work and observing came back, the resident OB came to see me. She was young and female and sunny, the opposite of our very very serious Perinatologist(sp). She told me everything looked fine and was very very positive and not at all grave. Basically she told me what I know and that is that I am fine for now with very healthy and happy babies in there. I will continue to be monitored to make sure that I don't develop pre-eclampsia and I should continue to take it easy, working from home some, etc.

Here is what I learned. What resident doctors don't have in experience, they make up for in people skills. Our regular doctor made us believe I was being ADMITTED to the hospital for good, not just for a few hours or even a day. He was harsh and cold and didn't explain anything well at all. Give me a resident over that any day.

So, for now, I will be going to work a few days next week and working from home a few days. Then a week from now, I will see my doctor again and be re-evaluated. This time I won't worry about it because no matter what, everything will be ok!

And I can go to my baby shower tomorrow! whooho!!