Things were clearly going too smoothly in our household. I wasn't really sleeping, had some problems with my rib cage on my left side, suffered of nasty heartburn most nights and my skin had started to itch which could mean pregnancy hepatosis but all and all things were pretty ok. I was just heavily pregnant. So, husband decided that we need a bit more challenge into our lives and went and sprained his knee in the woods yesterday. There are less extreme ways to get the wife's attention, I think, but here we are.
He was ok to drive back to town but the knee had started to swell. Although he drove to pick me up (I did suggest that I take the cab but he convinced me that it wasn't necessary) he couldn't put any weight on it anymore by then. We went to the ER waited for about an hour and got the diagnosis. Nothing seems to be broken, the knee is stable but it has been sprained and husband cannot move without crutches and has to be on rather strong medication to prevent infection.
Up till then everything had just rolled on its own course and I'd concentrated on what needed to be done next. When he came out of the ER doors with the crutches and as pale as a sheet of paper, that's when I got scared. I didn't allow myself to feel it before later in the evening but that was the moment that got to me.
It's weird how much there's an autopilot inside me when there's a crisis. It's only when everything is settled and you see that our loved one is ok - in fact he was positively enjoying himself once we'd gotten home and he'd sorted out what needed to be sorted out since he wouldn't go to work today - that's when it hits you that something much more serious could have happened.
It didn't and I am so grateful for that. If the baby decides to come very soon this will certainly change how we do things but at least he can be there with me. I don't want to sound selfish but at this point it really scares me to think that I'd have to go through labor without him. Moreover I know he want's to be there, too, to meet his lovely new baby. He's just not going to be able to hold me up but who knows maybe that's not what I'd want anyway. The main thing is we can be together.
For now grocery shopping has gotten interesting since I'm not supposed to carry heavy things - although no one has said what in actual fact is heavy :) - and he can't carry anything at all or do that much of anything else either. We're having to take it easy the both of us which is probably a very good thing at this point but, oh boy, it's pretty hard for us, too.
About the pregnancy hepatosis. The itching may be caused by the swelling I'm experiencing and that's that, but if it isn't it means in all likelihood inducing labor. I'm not at risk but unfortunately the baby is after week 38. I go for laboratory tests Monday morning. I'm not allowed to eat for 10 hours in advance which makes for a horrific night since the insomnia keeps me up and heartburn can only be contained with something to eat but that doesn't matter as long as everything is ok. Well, in all honesty it does matter - I've been through two similar nights already - but it cannot be helped. If the itching gets worse during the weekend I'm to contact the university hospital. I'm worried but not scared since the itching is pretty mild but if you'd like to spare us - all three of us - a little prayer it would be very much appreciated.
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