Here I am ready for my doctor's appointment early this morning. It's not a very good angle at all, Lance took a quick shot with my phone and it doesn't really show how far my belly sticks out. I'm 32 weeks 5 days........only 7 more weeks to go which feels like an eternity to me.
Today's purpose was to monitor the baby's growth and in all, we heard really good news. She's jumped a little from the 10th percentile to the 12th percentile overall. Her head is measuring slightly bigger at 33 weeks, I'm anxious to see if she's going to have the huge Cox noggin. The femurs are still quite small. The stomach is what they primarily look at, it shows the most baby fat for growth. Everything else looked really good including a non-ecogenic bowel (yay!), a perfectly normal and strong heart, brain looks good, good blood flow everywhere. It doesn't seem there's a problem that they can pinpoint with the placenta. The appointment last week she weighed at 2.2 pounds and today she weighed at 3.7 pounds. She's still very small but gaining and growing well, and should be gaining a half pound each week from now until she's born. Good news today!!!
The bad news. Isn't there always bad news? Man, I'm really sick of the ups and downs! I now have to go in twice a week for the remaining seven weeks. What?! Twice a week??? So, every Tuesday I go into Perinatal for a non stress test, fluid test, and every other week for growth monitoring. Every Friday I go into my regular OB office for a non stress test, fluid test, and regular OB checkup.
I was very overwhelmed after the appointment thinking about how many times I'd have to go in to the doctor for the various tests. I bawled once we got into the car, my brain was fried and I was so exhausted. My biggest obstacle right now is figuring out babysitting arrangements for Kimball. I'm REALLY missing my automatic babysitters, aka grandmas! I don't want to take advantage of the ward and be a burden to everyone. I'm not sure what to do.
Lance's barbershop chorus here is competing at competition which happens to be in Boise on the 19th. Since I'm forbidden to travel and can't go to Christine's baby shower, Lance is planning on going to competition. If I go into labor or start hemorrhaging or have anything major happen while Lance is gone, I will never speak to him again! I will be so upset, I definitely need him there by my side every step of the way. Of course we aren't expecting anything to go wrong at this point but anything can happen. We're still diligent in our prayers for this baby and won't give up hope. We're so thankful for the love and support and prayers on our behalf from family and friends. Thank you!