A scare.

Yesterday, I thought my grand baby was coming early. My daughter called and told me that she was swelling up like a balloon. She had been having headaches the past several days as well, and the baby was moving less. I told her to call the doc office and see what they thought about it.

They wanted to see her and take some tests to see if she had preeclampsia-not a good thing to have. They told her to pack a bag just in case because she would be going to the hospital right away if she did have it. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Baby today? Yikes!

I got my cameras together and got the kids ready just in case we had to go to the hospital and waited. And waited. And waited. After waiting a bit more, I called her cell phone to see if she could sneak talking to me. She answered and said that they had her hooked up to a monitor and they were waiting for the doctor to come check her. Didn't these people know that I cannot stand to wait?? COME ON, ALREADY.

She said she would call me back as soon as she heard something. I hung up and paced the floor for another half and hour waiting for her to call back. I tried to take my mind off of things. Chocolate. Does anyone have any chocolate around here? THAT would take my mind off of things.

Finally, she called back and said that they thought that she was just dehydrated and were sending her home. Whew! I really need to have a talk with that baby-just as I did with Zach when he was giving her a hard time two years ago when he was in her tummy. At least I still have time to get her gift for the hospital stay, but I guess I better hurry cause she seems to be just as ornery as her big brother.