Stupid Blood Pressure is Stupid

Sigh.  My blood pressure looked positively ‘normal’ for a single day between Christmas and New Year’s, but aside from that ‘normal’ day, it’s just been getting progressively higher, aka ‘worse’.  Which is a bit of a self-fulfilling prophesy because as the numbers go up, I stress about them going up, which makes them go up some more, which makes me stress some more, which…

Yes, I believe the technical term is a ‘vicious cycle’.  Or ‘positive feedback loop’ if you’re into those sorts of things.

And yes, I realize the irrationality of this whole situation (I’m literally stressing about how much I’m stressing about stressing), but my worry-and-stress circuits have been finely tuned to INCREDIBLY SENSITIVE over the years, so I’m having a hard time de-stressing.  That’s apparently my ‘reward’ for being a ridiculously responsible adult.  Where is my carelessness medicine?!

Still, the numbers haven’t yet reached the insane-crazy of the ‘allergic-reaction’ episode before Christmas, but they’re most definitely playing in the danger zone.  I’m told that the lower number shouldn’t go above 105, but that’s exactly what it’s been doing, although it’ll also duck down below it to 99 or 101, just to mock me.

So let’s just review the ‘what bad about high blood pressure in pregnancy’ real quick:

(Ok, let’s not.  I started and freaked out.  How about a link instead.)

Next meeting with the midwife is at 8 am tomorrow morning.  I think I need a placebo.  Or some real medicine.