When my 12 week baseline labs came back and my protein levels were already over 200, the covering OB said "well, we've got to get you into the 30s" but she said it in such a way that you can read "but I don't know if that's going to happen..." in her tone.
When my 24 week labs showed my liver enzymes and protein up, I thought it was the beginning of the end.
When things got even worse at 26 weeks and I got the "come for steroid shots NOW" call, I thought I'd be lucky to see 27.
Last week when my AST had risen, I thought "any time now."
This week I had what I'm now going to call a mild case of food poisoning hit me and I thought my stomach was going to burst, I wondered if we'd make it another 12 hours. I repacked my hospital bag, washed all our preemie clothes, and got as much home stuff situated as possible.
But here we are anyway. Labs this week were stable or improved. Protein down to 310, AST back down to 30 (that's NORMAL!), ALT only slightly higher at 79, but that's still not as high as it's been in the past. I'm pretty sure the nurse at my OB's office thinks I'm insane to be so excited over not-great numbers, but right now, not-worse is the same thing as great.
Thirty weeks is still too early, and this baby does not remotely have permission to come any time soon, but damn.. thirty feels good.