*phew*
This week I was actually getting tired of being pregnant. I may have stated before that I don't understand why anyone would schedule their baby to come out early out of convenience or any other reason besides health (and I still don't personally agree with the practice), but I can kind of understand where expectant moms are from when they're so uncomfortable they beg the doctor to get the baby out. I'm not terribly uncomfortable (she hasn't been on my sciatic nerve lately) but being pregnant is sooooo tiring now. At first it was my body getting used to having to grow and contain another human. Then it was just HOT outside. Now, she MOVES and I need a nap. Ok, it's not quite that bad, but with the heat I seriously need 3-5 naps a day. Oh well, she will be in our arms soon enough!
This week we went to the doctor I don't trust first. This experience was a lot better (and thank GOD I didn't have to pay a copay...I think I would have found a table and flipped it because I kind of feel like I'm being used for money) but still not that great. They did NO measurements. Maybe that's how its supposed to go, but I guess I figured that when you say you're concerned about the growth of the baby, and you want to monitor said growth, that you actually, you know, would monitor it. Whatever. They say they will measure next week and this week was to make sure she was still healthy and moving and whatnot. I could have given them a phone call for that...Chloe has moved more and more since they doubted her health. The ultrasound tech did say she was taking practice breaths, so I suppose that was exciting. Then she said she'd see me next week and left them room. With me on the table. With the leg part still sticking out (you know, the extender thing you rest your legs on that they *usually* push back in for you so you can effectively get down). I wipe myself off and kind of turtle rock to get off the table, pissed. At MY doctor, we found out that no matter what, I will be a new mother by the due date, September 9th. Since we're having these "issues" they want to go ahead and make sure she's here on her due date and if she doesn't alarm them at next week's ultrasound we'll set up an induction and I go to the hospital the evening before to get it all started. I asked what my mobility would be while induced and got the answer I expected, but really didn't want to hear. I'd end up stuck in the bed. *sigh* This little girl needs to go ahead and decide to come out. I really don't want to go through all of that; the chances of needing a c-section are increased as well, which I REALLY don't want. Again, I'll do whatever to make sure she's healthy...I just can't see how pumping me full of drugs is healthy for her. I understand though, if getting her out is and that's the only way. Fine. (Stupid, responsible, parental decisions. Grr.)
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| Growth problems my left buttcheek. She's DEFINITELY gotten bigger... |
- She is pretty much ready to come out! I'm relating this time to when you would take cookies out of the oven if you wanted them fully cooked but still soft, lol.
- Still shedding the hair and gross cheesy-like stuff and is producing surfactant, which will keep her air sacs from sticking together when she starts to breath
Had my third baby shower Friday (hence the late post). I feel so blessed and loved and like I am a very special person to a lot of other people...there is peace and comfort and all kinds of warm fuzzy from that feeling. I'm so happy the people in my life are so supportive and awesome and that they will be in her life too. The only person I wish was here and can't be is my mom. I know she's here in spirit, literally, but its not the same. The awesome part, even though she can never be replaced to me, is that I have loving and supportive and awesome new family members who remind me of her in the best ways. I can talk to them and feel like I'm talking to her. It's awesome. I can't wait to meet this little girl!
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