Never fear – I merely ‘aaaghh’ because things are SO FREAKING BUSY right now. Good – but busy. Holy bejesus.
So, last week, I managed to make myself super sick through a combination of overdoing it, heat exhaustion and not drinking anywhere near enough water. SO TALENTED. It took me a few days to get back to normal-ish, and that sucked. Other than that, we’re chugging along.
Had a midwife appointment today – walked on in, got all settled in a room by the PA, only to be told ten minutes later that there was going to be a bit of a ‘switch’ and before I knew it, I was having a non-stress test and about to get an ultrasound. Apparently, there was a mixup with my appointments – I will be going in weekly until 36 weeks, and then twice a week after that! Holy shit. I mean, I have no life, so no biggie, but fuck. Good thing I like my midwives. 🙂
Anyway. Got strapped in for the NST – for those who don’t know, it’s essentially 20 minutes of lying down with stupid monitors on your stomach, listening to your kid’s heartbeat and pushing a button every time she moves. The first five minutes were nice and relaxing – I’d gotten NO sleep the night before, so I was enjoying the rest. Then, weirdness happened.
All of sudden, there’s a knock on my door and two women I’d never seen before walk in. I’m immediately panicking, thinking something has gone terribly wrong with my blood work from a couple weeks ago or something. Turns out, it was a student midwife from UW and her observer. Ookay. She was very nice, but she was epically boring. We went through so fucking many things, all of it shit I already knew, and the whole time I’m laying down awkwardly rather than being able to sit up and have a proper conversation. My weight gain is perfect, but she yammered about diet anyway – I told her I like granola bars and she was all, “Have a banana instead!” Yeah. That’ll happen. By the end, she AND the other midwife complimented me on being very well-read and involved in my pregnancy, to which all I can say is, I am the Hermione Granger of procreating, bitches. If there’s a book about it, I’ve read it already, twice.
Eventually, my own midwife comes in, and it’s one I haven’t seen since I was 16 weeks along, so it was really nice to see her. She laughed and patted my stomach and said, “Something’s been happening here!” She was the one who did the ultrasound which lasted all of 3 minutes – turns out they were just checking my fluid levels because of them being a bit high last time. They were perfect today, so there we go.
My dear little offspring has turned – she’s definitely head down now. HOWEVER, because she’s a little brat who refuses to do anything normally, she’s facing up toward my belly button – what they call ‘sunny side up’. I have been reassured she will likely flip over, but I’m scared she won’t and I’ll be faced with awful back labor the entire time. Aaagh.
So, there we are. Appointments galore. Blood pressure 120/80, which I wished was lower, but I soon discovered that’s the average for this time in the third trimester, so I’m not too fussed anymore. No weight gain – still only 3 pounds up from pre-pregnancy, but that’s due to my epic bout of sickness last week, I’m sure. Kid is active, healthy, and has a fucking mind of her own. And we only have 8 weeks left now, cause tomorrow I’m at 32 weeks.
Baby shower is next Saturday – super excited! Nursery is 95% done – will post pics very soon. Still needs a few pictures hung and hooks mounted. But I love it.
My heartburn is epic, and my midwife called in some meds for me. That’s how bad it is – I’m usually not a whiner, but CHRIST. The old wives tale says that if you have epic heartburn, your baby will be born with a head full of hair. If she does have hair, I won’t be surprised at all – Merry and I both have thick, crazy wavy/curly hair. But it’ll be funny to see if the tale is true.
Things are pretty darn okay at the moment, and I’m okay with them being okay. 🙂