It's about this point every pregnancy that I think to myself...why in the world did I ever start taking and documenting these darn belly shots? I don't want to attempt to look cute while wearing the same shirt that I've been wearing for the past couple month pictures, that is now obviously way too small (no matter how hard I try to find one that will fit the whole time at the beginning).
Roughly 9 months of 5 babies equals a lot of pictures. I think I deserve to have a break, but I might as well finish strong. or at least try too.
Anyway. Gage took the picture of me. I'm 34 weeks and 4 days.
I need a hair cut, color and a nap.
I'm in the middle of 34 weeks now.
Which I think, in my case could be translated to 37.
Aren't due dates just a guess anyway?
After 5 almost identical cases I've realized my body just seems to have babies at 37 weeks, not 40
Last month my OB discussed with me that I would need to start coming in every week after 30 weeks for a NST (non stress test). I remember having one or two of these with Gage at the end when I started to measure smaller. Basically they just want to make sure the baby moves enough and measure contractions (if any). I am having these tests with this pregnancy because of 1. My false positive with the down syndrome test and 2. My high blood pressure
Honestly - I think I get more stressed over these silly tests.
(I have to preface this story with the fact I do like my OB. I think he is a good and competent doctor. I think there is some new staff at his office. Everyone is just human. People make mistakes. I don't like to complain about being on the patient side of things, because I know it can be just as hard to be behind on the Dr. side of things. But this is my story)
The first week the new medical assistant (who looks like she is 16) moved me room 3 times before attempting to hook me up to the machine. Then she finally had to go and get a nurse to help. They said it would be 20 minutes. About 40 minutes later I was really starting to wonder. I had my phone, but was getting uncomfortable and (honestly) bored. My sciatic was hurting so bad I couldn't really get up on my own and I was just about to call the front desk when my Dr. finally walked in and told me there was a mix up. (THEY HAD FORGOT ABOUT ME!) apparently he was under the impression the room had someone else's patient in it.
Week two. I had to drop off two kids one place, two kids another place all before 7:45 and still managed to make it to my 8am appointment on time. I'm supposed to relax and not stress. Good thing I sat in the almost empty waiting room 30 minutes. (This time my chart got moved, apparently they thought I was already roomed??!) Finally they called me back and I found out my blood pressure was too high (150 something over 90 something). They hook me up and I take the test. Then the baby didn't wake up enough so I had to drink some juice to wake her up. In the end my blood pressure came down to 140/90 (something) and baby girl passed her test just fine.
Can't wait to see what happens next week.
My OB told me I only have to make it 3 more weeks.
He has 7 kids. He totally gets I have 4 at home and cannot possibly lay down all the time.
But I am supposed to be trying.
So yesterday I made 8 freezer meals and dinner.
Yeah.
And then I got a lecture from my husband.
But no matter what that Walmart blood pressure test told me yesterday morning (it was not pretty) I was feeling good, I didn't have a headache and I did rest in between that test and when I made the meals. I'm just trying to get through my "before baby" to-do list.
I only have to pack a bag and tour the hospital and I'm done.
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So 3, maybe 2 1/2 more weeks.
The kids are on fall break this weekend and I told them today their job is to help mommy do jobs so I can rest. We need to keep this baby girl in my tummy until at least Noah's birthday (Nov 3) so she can be big enough. They've been having a blast "taking care" of me and baby sister.
They are all pretty excited to meet her.
We might have a name picked. But still aren't positive.
Maybe we just need to see this little one to make sure.
My hands go numb occasionally because of carpel tunnel? My feet ache. My back hurts and I can't even finish grocery shopping without having to take a potty break. I'm running out of clothes that fit.
Yes. I am ready to be done. But I know these last couple weeks are critical too.
I hope this post doesn't come off like a big list of complaints.
I don't mean too, but at the same time, I think I've kinda earned my right to complain.
Grow baby girl, grow.
And stay still for just a few more weeks.
We all can't wait to meet you.