There was no ceremony, but today I graduated from having ultrasounds every two weeks to having no more ultrasounds at all! I think it was a bigger deal to me than to the doc and his staff. It means things are going well. It means Baby Girl will be here soon. It means she will live and thrive no matter what day she’s born. Don’t misunderstand, I’d like to wait to celebrate her birthday in February, not December or January, thank you. The little one, is not so little. She weighs about three pounds, which is bigger than average, but not scarily so. Just like her big brother. 🙂
My blood pressure was not in rockstar range today, but it wasn’t horrible. It was 136/78. I blame the crazy back pain I’ve had the last couple of days. Seriously, ugh. I swear it’s related to baby growth, because about every ten days I have a couple of days of intense back pain. If I could measure her every day, I think my pain would correlate with a baby growth spurt. My poor out-of-shape muscles don’t know what to do with the weight shift. This might be wishful thinking on my part, but it’s a theory that I’m sticking to. 🙂 Anyway, they checked my urine for protein (a hallmark for preeclampsia) and — ta da! — there was NO protein. I went from being nervous to relieved in very short order.
So the plan from here is to have a normal OB appointment in two weeks. You know, the kind where I don’t have an ultrasound, they use a Doppler to check her heart rate, and measure my belly with a tape measure. When the doctor told me that, I just said, “That’s so weird. I don’t remember what a normal OB appointment is like!”
Oh, and P.S. The little weasel is still in the breech position. She needs to get her act together and flip over. Do you hear me, young lady? 🙂