Well, my dr. didn't decide to take me straight to the hospital today to do an immediate C-section. Which, of course, I was not expecting, but secretly hoping for.
X was whacking me in the ribs the whole time.
My Dr. filled me with "positive" thoughts though as she laughed and reminisced about the hells of being 36 weeks pregnant and on.
Not being able to catch your breath because of baby's size
Not being able to eat
Feeling morning sickness again because the baby pushes on your stomach and insides making you sick
Not being able to pee. Still.
Great.
Things are still fine. The baby has a strong heartbeat which was hard to even get a number on since every time she would whack me her heart rate would rise. So it was between 130 and 142 for quite awhile.
I gained 3 pounds this week which is odd considering I can't hardly eat much due to feeling constantly full and sick.
She told me I should not be gaining much more weight and that the baby should be about maxed out about now. Lets hope so. I have already calculated my weight loss and what I should be wearing of my old clothes on which holidays next year. (I have to have something to look forward to)
B is feeling better which is a relief. He is about maxed out as far as staying locked up in the house goes.
I should be visiting the hospital within the next week or so for a blood draw, tour and paperwork.
And am on weekly Dr. visits now.
It is getting so close....
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