So I’m now roughly in my 34th week of pregnancy (I say roughly because depending on my actual “due date” I might be a bit under 34 weeks or I might be halfway through my 34th week, but you get the idea. This week I had two doctors appointments – the first one was on Tuesday with my new OB, we’ll call him Dr. Dude because he’s a man and a doctor. My second appointment was this morning to have an ultrasound done, just to be sure things were developing okay from inside what with the whole, “I still haven’t gained any weight thing.
The office that I went to is pretty huge – it’s like the Big Deal Clinic where just about everyone seems to go, whether they are seeing a pediatrician, OBGYN, dermatologist, primary care – basically anything – I won’t embarass myself with my lack of knowledge of all the different kinds of doctors, you get the idea – it’s a big place. I was pretty impressed with the clinic overall, it’s well laid out, good parking, good vibes overall. I can see this being our family’s doctors office in the years to come, which is good because that is the plan. The receptionists in the OB area were super nice and Dr. Dude also seemed like a nice guy. He wasn’t too young or too old or too McDreamy or McSteamy, he was just like a doctor, you know? I felt comfortable around him, which is always nice. We’ll see how comfortable I feel after my next appointment when he’s had to do an internal or whatever they call it. You know.
We scheduled the appointment for my c-section – so far everyone is totally on board for me doing a cesarean for this birth, there are apparently even paperwork-related issues that are now easier because I want to do a repeat c-section rather than trying for a VBAC – whatever, I’m glad it works for everyone, because it’s what I want. The date? Mark July 21 on your calendars, I’ll be too busy to blog that day. Maybe I’ll line up some guest bloggers? I think I have a couple ideas for that, I’ll be posting about that in a separate entry later, possibly much later unless I get impatient.
This morning’s ultrasound was your basic ultrasound. The technician was nice enough, although not as superly awesome as my last one – she seemed a bit floored when I told her I hadn’t gained any weight yet, but wouldn’t you know it, everything checked out. According to babycenter.com, BB should weigh around 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe) but according to my ultrasound, she weighs a teeny bit over 5 pounds. She’s obviously hoarding every bite I eat and leaving me with nothing – the litty fatty. I don’t have any pictures to share this time, as she is apparently at a stage now where it’s hard to get anything “keepsake worthy” – they mostly did a lot of measuring her head and her arteries and other things I didn’t recognize while MM roamed around the little room trying to find every last thing he shouldn’t touch while mommy was unable to chase after him. Good times.
After we left the lab, I scarfed down a granola bar, hoping to tide me over until we got home, but at about the time that I thought, “Damn lunch time is way too soon, I am not sure I’ll make it until we get home…” I see a little cafeteria right the frig in front of me – clearly this was meant to be. So MM and I shared a turkey sandwich and some apple juice, totally reasonable pricing and a good quality sandwich and luckily I didn’t remember until after I finished eating that I shouldn’t be eating deli meats that haven’t been reheated. Whoops. I’m gonna guess I’ll probably be okay but yeah, not my finest moment. Hunger clearly trumped common sense, but at least I didn’t let myself pass out on the way home from not eating soon enough. And you know, hopefully the hubby doesn’t yell at me for spending money but I actually think he’d be really proud of me for being sensible enough to not push it.
Okay, so you know, still feeling huge and nervous about this whole, “We’re having a baby,” thing per usual, but the doctors appointments went well, the baby is clearly healthy (unless that turkey sandwich did her in) and I should be in the clear for the next two weeks until my next appointment with Dr. Dude. Here are a couple more statistical tid bits to tide you over from babycenter.com:
“…Her fat layers (told you she was a fatty) — which will help regulate her body temperature once she’s born — are filling her out, making her rounder. Her skin is also smoother than ever. Her central nervous system is maturing and her lungs are continuing to mature as well. If you’ve been nervous about preterm labor, you’ll be happy to know that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine. They may need a short stay in the neonatal nursery and may have a few short-term health issues, but in the long run, they usually do as well as full-term babies.”
That’s all for now!