So it’s been another banner week in my pregnancy. With another scan/EKG on Monday, a trip to the Labor and Delivery ward on Tuesday and some really manic depression yesterday, it seems that things have got a little overwhelming lately. Of course, much of that is due to Dexter behaving like a little terror and Mark having to work extra hours. I guess I feel a little bit lonely and tired and stressed. Or… a lot stressed. *sigh*
Anyway, I am now 28 weeks pregnant, which is pretty cool. I have only 12 weeks left to go until my due date… unless, of course, this little man decides to make an earlier appearance (I can hope!). While I genuinely want him to have baked for long enough, I also genuinely can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore. I can’t remember being so stressed and grouchy when I was pregnant with Dexter. I guess having a toddler to take care of while trying to take care of myself means that extra bit of annoyance and short temper.
So here’s this week’s bump pic. Thought I’d show a little skin, as I’m sure you’re all just chomping at the bit to get a glimpse, eh? ;)
As I mentioned, Monday was my monthly appointment for the high risk OB. I had another scan done, as well as an EKG on the baby. He’s grown well since last month. He was measuring quite small last time around (over a week behind) and has now caught up to within 4 days of his due date. Huzzah! Unfortunately, he was not being very cooperative with the sonographer and had his hand up in front of his face the whole time. We joked that he was tired of the paparazzi and didn’t want to be photographed. Little diva!
But here are some of the photos, just for fun.
I can definitely see some facial similarities to his big brother in these scans. I’m really excited to see what he looks like in person. Eep!
Anyway, the OB now wants me to come in weekly for monitoring. Not sure exactly why this is necessary, but at the end of the day, I just have to do what I’m told, right?
Which brings me to Tuesday… I have been having a load of aches and pains lately, and on this particular day it was really bad. I’d slept really poorly due to some pretty severe pain around my right kidney. And then I noticed that there was a bit of blood in my urine. So I figured it might be a sign that the infection I battled earlier in the pregnancy was back. I called my regular OB (whom I haven’t seen since late September!) and asked for an appointment. The receptionist quizzed me over why I hadn’t been in and what was making me come in now. I explained my symptoms and was put on hold for five minutes. When she came back, she said that she’d spoken to my doctor and that she wanted me to go immediately to the Labor and Delivery ward to get a full battery of tests done.
I knew what that meant. I had this constantly in my last pregnancy. Always being sent to the hospital for tests. I just didn’t want to deal with it at all, but I did what I was told like a good girl.
Mark and Dex and I went straight over and managed through the MAZE that is Celebration Hospital. FINDING the L&D ward was tough, and then figuring out how to get in was tougher. Then, when I was in, I had no idea where to go or what to do. The nurses were really rude, as well, and I started feeling like I was going to burst into tears. But eventually, I was taken to the triage room, peed in a cup and then hooked up to monitors to watch the baby and look for contractions.
Then, I got to have the pleasure of placing my feet in stirrups and letting the nurse stick a speculum in me to test for imminent delivery. I felt like an idiot. I knew there was no way the test would come back positive, and as she kept moaning about the lack of beds available and the overworked staff, I started to cry again. Mark wasn’t with me at this point, as he’d dropped me off so that he could go park the car miles away. By the time he arrived, we were just waiting for the monitoring to be done.
After about 20 minutes, she came back in and said that the baby was fine and I could get dressed and go wait in the waiting room until the results came back from the lab.
We waited for ages, and while we were there THREE babies were born. They play Braham’s Lullabye over the loudspeaker whenever one is born, so the whole waiting room is aware. :)
Anyway, after a while, she finally came and got me and said that everything had come back fine. No imminent labor (duh!), but more surprisingly no infection. Rather disconcerting considering the pain I’m having (still!) and the blood. But again, who am I to argue?
So for now, I am just dealing with all my issues and waiting (im)patiently for the next 12 weeks to be done. I just want my son to be here in my arms and for things to go back to (semi) normal.