It's been an interesting week. But, let me start by sharing some of my "favorite" comments I've received in the past couple of weeks. While returning something at Macys last week, the cashier asked me if she was going to have deliver a baby that day. She actually shocked me speechless for a few seconds. I gave her my best withering glare and said "hopefully not". The men seem to be into making remarks as well. I mean, I cannot possibly be the first visibly pregnant person they've ever seen, right?!?! I constantly get the comment, "are you sure it's just one in there?". Yup, damn sure, in fact. Or the other old reliable, "is your due date right?". Um, yeah, but thanks for your professional medical opinion. I'm seriously considering not going out in public until this baby arrives because it's more and more difficult to hold my tongue. Plus, if you've spent any amount of time with me, you know that sarcasm and swear words come quite naturally to me. Consider yourselves warned, the bitch factor is in full effect!!
This has been a marathon week for doctors appointments. I met with my breast surgeon on Monday for a check-up. I'm happy to report all is well in that arena. She was more than shocked that I was 8 months pregnant, but she was excited and demanded a baby announcement. I saw my OB on Tuesday to start my two week appointments. While I'm doing okay, I'm definitely not feeling great. The exhaustion alone would be enough to send anyone screaming. Add to that, I'm uncomfortable (who isn't at 8 months pregnant, I'd like to know?!?!), achy, contraction-y and just blah feeling. My OB is convinced that my recent medical history is not helping my cause. I left with her orders to "take it even easier" than I'm already doing and let them know if I start having more contractions etc.
Yesterday I had my monthly ultrasound to check on baby's growth and my fluid levels. Boy oh boy was I in for a shock. At my last ultrasound, 4 weeks ago, baby weighed in at 2lbs, 12oz. Yesterday, at 32 weeks, baby weighed in at 6lbs!!!!! Yes, you read that correctly. 8 weeks to go and Porker is already 6 lbs. The tech did the measurement three different times because she was sure it had to be a mistake. Never fear, no mistake, we have one VERY healthy baby. No wonder I'm uncomfortable! And yes, the thought of baby's size at birth is the stuff my nightmares are made of. While we had great news involving baby's health, mine has started the downhill slide. For whatever reason, 32 weeks seems to be my nemesis. My BP was up yesterday. Thankfully not high enough to earn me a direct ticket to Labor and Delivery for observation, but high enough to for them to draw labs and start being concerned. Given my pregnancy history, this is not at all shocking. I also landed myself on the weekly doctor visit with the maternal fetal specialist (where I have my ultrasounds). So...fingers and toes crossed that baby keeps cooking for at least a few more weeks. The first goal is 35 weeks, but ideally 37 if we can manage it. I'll keep you posted and hopefully Chunk doesn't gain another pound this week!!
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