April 9, 2012
April 8, 2012
April 4, 2012
March 31, 2012
Down to it
Yesterday's appointment did not go as expected. I expected:
1. to see a full image of my baby on the screen for 30+ minutes
2. to confirm he is indeed a boy
3. to learn how much he weighed
4. to see my doctor and have my regular internal exam
Well, instead I:
1. saw parts of my baby that I couldn't even define for about 4 minutes
2. listened to the tech say "there's no fluid" for about 3 minutes
3. was called down the hall to a closet and strapped under two monitors with a clicker in my hand. They were monitoring my contractions (none) and the baby's heart rate and I was suppose to click the button when I felt him move
4. was told I wouldn't be seeing my doctor today but they would call and tell her the news
5. watched my baby's head get buzzed twice because he wasn't active enough
6. sat in the waiting room for 25 minutes while she called the on call doctor, my doctor, and the hospital.
7. was told I might be going into the hospital for an induction because my fluid was so low but they had to see if they could take me
8. They couldn't because they were swamped so I was sent home with low fluid and scheduled for an induction Monday morning at 7 am.
A bit contrasting don't you think?? Oh and I felt so reassured that they wanted me to go in to the hospital right then but since it was full, all of the sudden he could wait another 2 days...not cool team. Not cool.
When they told me I might be going in right then I nearly burst into tears. Apparently I am a lot more terrified than I realized. All this to say, as we drove back to mom and dad's to kick off dad's birthday party, I was a silent, hot mess. Extremely over stimulated by all the information flooding through me, I was not in the mood to talk or even share the news. Peter, on the other hand, was thrilled by the set due date and not concerned by the test results. He shared the news and mingled easily (as always).
Mom was a great support, knowing my thoughts telepathically, hugging me at just the right times, and holding in the cliches that I'm getting so sick of hearing. Who cares if a million women have gone before me, this is my journey and I have no idea what to expect. Peter is an awesome support and I know it will all be fine in the end but I'm not at the end yet. I'm at the beginning.
March 26, 2012
March 25, 2012
Tonight
Maybe after we make another batch of Grandma June blueberry pancakes and watch Amazing Race THEN we'll go to the hospital? Maybe? One can only hope. The candles are lit. The fire is blazing and muffin mix is on its way...the start of a good night either way.
March 23, 2012
Time Oriented.
He's not. For those who voted before or on the due date, I'm going to go out on a limb here...at 11:13 pm...and say, "He's LATE!"
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