When I was pregnant with Boo, I was diagnosed with gestational hypertension that gradually moved to mild preeclampsia. I was on bed rest from 29 weeks (June 24) to 37 weeks (August 19), when I had a blood pressure of 170/120 even with bed rest and labor was induced. We had put a house under contract on May 10 with a move-in date of July 3, and I had put off most of my baby shopping until we moved in to the house so as to have less stuff to move - we only had a stroller-car seat combination that my dad had bought us on learning about our baby registry, and some diapers that I had been buying here and there on sale. I didn't get to organize my new kitchen or be the first person to cook in my kitchen, and I didn't get to help with putting the nursery together or shop for baby clothes. I was lucky that when I was leaving my chiropractor the day of my adjustment prior to induction, I passed a garage sale with a changing table and a bassinet and was able to mentally justify at least purchasing those since I only had to get out of the car for a minute.
My blood pressure has been creeping up for weeks, and I had my first reading that had an isolated diastolic of over 90 earlier this week. I am only 16 weeks along, but I am hoping that I am no worse off than I was when I was pregnant with Boo since I know I was having swelling of the hands, feet, and face as early as 20 weeks. My doctor said that if I keep getting readings with a diastolic in the 90s I need to lay down until my BP comes down, and if it starts going over 100 it's time to park on the couch on my left side. At least this time I don't have to worry about moving in to a house, although I was joking with someone that if I was unlucky, I would find out the gender of the baby (and hopefully time to go shopping for little girl clothes) at the same time as I was told not to get out of bed. At this point, I will be thrilled if I make it to 24 weeks without having to spend most of my time laying down.
I'm lucky to have an awesome neighbor who has offered to watch Boo while my husband works if I get put on bed rest. Not only is she kind and generous, but my only hesitation when I quit my job was pulling Boo out of her wonderful child care, so I have no worries about him staying there.