Okay, so it turns out that this Jean Barlow (I couldn't even definitely google who that is, so I am not going to link to anyone) person knows what they are talking about.
I didn't sleep much last night and the sleep I did get was peppered with dreams about emergency c-sections and NICU stays.
At midnight, the way-too-cheerful-for-it-being-midnight lab guy (who also looks exactly like Ken Jeong from The Hangover) came into my room and took blood, so when my nurse peeked her head in at 5 AM, I knew she would know my latest counts. She didn't keep me in suspense and told me that they had risen. . . to 96,000. What a roller coaster!!
ANY rise is good and this was a pretty substantial jump. We are waiting for the on-call doctor to do her rounds and let us know the game plan. With this rise in my count, I think the official diagnosis is likely to be plain ol' thrombocytopenia of pregnancy, which means my counts should stay about 70,000 and out of the we need to deliver prior to term range. Which also means. . . fingers crossed. . . I should be able to be discharged.
I am sure frequent (daily?) draws will be in my future and I am also pretty certain I will not be allowed to be awake for my section, BUT if Andrew can bake a couple more weeks and avoid NICU time, I am not so worried about the general part.
But, again? Who knows? I think it will likely be a let's wait and see approach from here on out, but at least things do not seem quite so dire today.