Pregnancy


Hayden and I went to my 37 week appointment today. For the record, I only made it to 36 weeks 6 days with Jacob, so this is the most pregnant I’ve EVER been. An external exam reaffirmed what I already knew: Harper’s still breech. We had a sonogram anyway, just to really, really confirm what we already knew (and quietly pray on the way to the next exam room that she would flip). During the course of the visit I said three words that didn’t make my midwife happy: “less fetal movement.” So, after the sonogram, we headed over to the Birthing Inn for a non-stress test to make sure everything was okay.

After an hour, another midwife came in to read my results: everything was fine. She was a little delayed in coming to see us because she was delivering a baby. We chatted briefly about that baby girl and she mentioned she delivered another baby girl this morning…named…Harper! WHAT? She and the nurse were so surprised when I said that was our baby girl’s name. They assured us there aren’t many Harpers at all (but seriously, we named our son Jacob, so we aren’t that hung up on NOT using a popular name). So Harper, you can’t be born today because Paula already delivered another Harper!

I started having Braxton Hicks contractions on Monday night. They continued through Tuesday, reaching six in one hour while I was at work. I called my midwives’ office and was told to go home until I could be seen by a midwife. I had all the signs of preterm labor on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday and Thursday I was on bed rest…and I behaved. I only cooked dinner both nights, but didn’t hold my little helper, Jacob, much at all. The contractions stopped.

I saw one of the midwives, Margie, on Thursday. She explained there was a test that could tell us if it was preterm labor, or just an overactive uterus. So, I completed the fetal fibronectin test and waited–the results wouldn’t be in until Friday afternoon. Doctors put a lot of faith in a negative result–meaning there is no sign I will go into labor in the next week or two. She did explain, however, that a positive result isn’t really reliable, but if it were positive I would be on immediate bed rest and have steroid injections to prepare Baby G’s heart for a possible delivery. But, delivery could either be imminent or could still be weeks away.  Thankfully, when the call came, the nurse told me it was negative.

So, back to work on Monday I go. I’m very thankful Baby G is sticking around a little longer. She’s only 29 weeks and not ready for this world…nor are we ready for her arrival! Even though her delivery isn’t imminent, I think I need to start buying some girl clothes!

Thank you to everyone who was worried about us and kept us in your prayers, called, sent texts, FB messages, and came by to visit.

While I think you have an awesome name, and if I had another boy Braxton would be a great name, I do not appreciate the havoc you are wreaking on my life right now. Because of you, I’m home from work until at least Friday; I have an appointment at the midwives’ office on Thursday afternoon to find out for sure. If you continue your catastrophic ways I’ll be visiting the Birthing Inn this week, when really, I only wanted to visit it on Saturday when we have our tour.

And I know what you are thinking: staying home, feet up, chillaxing…what could be better? But I got home today and realized there are a million things I need to do around house. And now I can just LOOK at all the things that need to be done, while sitting in fear of another visit from you. And I’m expecting YOU to explain to my 22-month-old son why I can’t run and play with him.

Love,
Amy

Tomorrow, Hayden will be home in 33 days.  That means I’m due in 36 days. I hope this baby makes it at least 33.5 days. Today was my last day working a full week. Tomorrow is my flex day, and beginning next week I’ll only be working Tuesdays and Thursdays. Of the three work days I’m off, one day will be doctor/hospital visits, and two days will be Amy relaxing with her feet elevated to help with this crazy swelling. That, and taking it easy so that I don’t go into labor early.

I’ve been diagnosed with polyhydramnios. That’s just a fancy word for too much amniotic fluid. This is why I had an ultrasound at 32 weeks. My midwife wanted to make sure Jacob was swallowing and passing amniotic fluid like he should be: he was. Another cause is gestational diabetes: I’m free and clear. The final reason someone might have too much fluid is, as the medical community would say, idiopathic.  That is just a fancy word for, “We have no idea, but we will not say that…we will create a fancy sounding word so we sound smart.”

Beginning next week, I’ll go to my midwife each week. After my regular visit, I’ll have an ultrasound in the office. This will be to measure the amniotic fluid in the four quadrants of my belly. After the measurement, I’ll go across the street to labor and delivery and have a non-stress test. They will hook me up to two monitors: one to measure Jacob’s heartbeat and another to measure my contractions (if I’m having any). They want to measure his resting heart rate, his heart rate as he moves around, and then his resting heart rate again. Hopefully, everything will be okay and he can stay in my belly a little longer.

So, beginning next week, I’ll get to take it a little easier than I have been. It’s been hard to be home alone in the evenings. I get home from work around 7, take care of Bailey, make dinner, eat dinner, clean up from dinner, try to sleep. Wake up and repeat again the next day. Not only will I be working less, but my mom and dad come home next Friday. They can take care of their daughter!

From the Loudoun Birthing Inn site:

Restrictions on Visitors during Flu Season

Thank you for your cooperation in helping us protect our patients and staff from influenza. We’re pleased to say that visitor restrictions have now been lifted for the season in all areas of our hospitals except our Emergency Departments.

Woo Hoo! Everyone can come in and visit (after I’m put together and beautiful again 😉 )

I was reading some posts on my favorite baby forum, and some moms had measured their bellies–just for fun. So, I got up and measured mine. I’m proud to say I’m 49 inches around at my belly button.

Then I started to research this. How tall is the average 3 year old? 4 year old? Well, according to two different sites, the average height for a 5-7 year old boy is about how big I am around. I find this hard to believe–am I really that big around?

Then my preggo brain woke up. At first I was thinking a 5 year old, stretched out, would be as big as my belly. I kept looking down at my stomach and trying to figure it out. Then it hit me: the kid would have to wrap himself AROUND my belly for it to make sense. Really, I’m only as thick as a kid who is about 25 inches tall. That kid would be between 3-6 months old. Now I feel better 🙂

As I was looking through the size of our baby throughout the pregnancy, I got a little worried.  Jacob started the size of a poppy seed but will end up the size of a pumpkin! Don’t worry, though…they say a “small” pumpkin. That makes me feel so much better.

So, for all the mommas out there, this is what BabyCenter says the baby is proportioned like:

I really hope he isn't this pointy!

But when I was searching for this picture, I came across a site I had forgotten about. When I found out I was pregnant I bought Hayden a pregnancy book recommended for soon-to-be fathers:  My Boys Can Swim. This was a quick read, and I looked through it before giving it to him. I had forgotten about the baby comparisons in this book.  According to this book, Jacob (between weeks 33 and 36) will resemble:

A 17 inch monitor? Of course, the size of our baby.

Yes, I get the visual of a pineapple, he gets a computer screen. Seems fair.

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