Driving to Town & What I Said When I Left the Doctor's Office

blind shot / hold-the-camera-and-push-the-button while driving pix on the way to my parents' house

The kids and I drove southwest to my ma's and pa's place on Tuesday night.  It was a gorgeous evening and sunset.  We had the windows down and OMD singing to us (raise your hand if you know who they are).  It was nice.  We spent the night at my mom and dad's and I left Wednesday morning for my doctor/midwife appointments while my mom watched the kids and took them to my sister's house alllll day (you are a saint, Sary Mue!).  I had 3 appointments and would be gone from 8:30-5:30.  Long day.  For everyone.

My first appointment was my checkup with my midwife.  It was routine, except that I was measuring really behind again, which got us thinking that she had not grown, which got us talking about having the baby on Friday.  As she started explaining the various induction methods - "there's the pitocin method, and then there is the mmrrmrrwwrrmerr...." - things started to blur.  I fanned my face with my hands and told her that I needed to lay down.  I felt like I was going to faint.  With a few minutes laying down to get my blood pressure stabilized and a cup of water I felt well enough to walk out of the office.  I just wanted fresh air.  I had 45 minutes until the appointment with the Maternal Fetal Medicine doctor, so I went and bought a berry smoothie drink and a Kellogg's breakfast bar at the gas station to stabilize my blood sugar.  I felt better.  (Oh yeah, I am 2 cm dilated.)

Next appointment - MatFetMed.  This was the important one which determined my fate - well at least maybe baby girl's birthday and my plans for the weekend.  They weighed me.  I was +3 pounds since last Wednesday.  I have eaten so much since last Wednesday trying to fatten this baby up.  The week before I had lost a 1/2 pound.  Now I'm really fattening this baby (me) up for shores, but what about the littlest Miss?

They started doing the ultrasound, and even though I was laying down I started getting woozy and light-headed and hot and faint and nervous.  It was not fun.  They gave me a cold washcloth and I just tried to take deep breaths and not faint as they continued on with the ultrasound.

Measure, squirt more gel, probe this way and that.  Deep breaths.   Don't pass out.

"Your fluid looks good.  It is about 12 cm."  Okay, good.  "Let's do the weight."

"Oh, baby is measuring 5.11.  That's about the 25th percentile.  She looks good."
Deeeeep breath/sigh!  Thank heavens!  5 pounds 11 ounces!

"So you mean I don't need to be induced on Friday?"
"No, you don't."
I all of a sudden felt stable and not faint.
"And we don't need to see you for 2 weeks."

I went down the stair well (not a huge fan of taking the elevator by myself) and said out loud, "Hallelujah!"  I opened the door to the fresh air outside and said it again.  Weston called right then and I told him everything and he said, "So this is like a normal pregnancy now?"  "Yeah, I think so."  Sweet!

So now to chill and let her cook longer.  To my due date?  Or probably a week over and she'll be like 8 pounds by then.  And I'll be like 250.

Thank you all so much for your prayers and concerns and thoughts and everything.  We're very grateful to you and to our Father in Heaven.  We are blessed.