I'm now 36 weeks pregnant. Woo-hoo. Life has been pretty full recently. My sister and her dog lived with us for 3.5 months and just moved out this past weekend. We spent Labor Day weekend celebrating Dave's birthday and getting the house in order. Finally being able to nest was wonderful. We are now more or less ready.
After my doctor dropped the bombshell on me at my last appointment that he was going to be in France until right before my due date, I spent a few days in shock/frustration/tears. I really hate confrontation, but I knew that I really needed to talk to him in order to be okay with things. I put on my big girl panties and made an appointment to sit down and talk. I wrote a nice long angry letter (which was very cathartic) and threw it away. I went into the appointment with a few talking points to stay on track. The talk went well. He didn't rush me out, he listened, and we talked for a good 45 minutes. It was important to me that he understood that there had been a breach of trust. I've had a pretty close doctor/patient relationship with him over the past 6 years so I am hoping things work out okay and I'm able to forgive him. Right now I've told him I just need to see how the birth goes.
Things ended on good terms which was good because that night I woke up with contractions every three minutes. After 3 solid hours of contractions (painful but not so intense) I went ahead and called since I was only 35 weeks. The contractions eventually stopped, but it provided us with a nice dry run of how the actual birth might go.
As of right now, I don't technically have a doctor while mine is away. The doctor we both agree would be a good choice has been on a vacation. I do have someone now, who I feel very comfortable with, to cover the pediatric part of things should it be needed. The downside to your family doctor being your OB and then taking off to France unexpectedly is that you are also out a pediatrician. It's really hard to not know who is going to deliver your baby or who you are even going to schedule your OB appointments with. After having so much happen during this pregnancy, it's hard to not have control over the one thing I thought I did.
Unfortunately, at the 36 week appointment there were concerns. I recently stopped gaining weight/have lost weight despite the copious amounts of ice cream I consume daily. My cute pregnant belly is actually measuring small. Today I got to go in for an ultrasound. The ultrasound tech and I became pretty tight during Eileen's pregnancy and I've gotten to see her a few times this pregnancy as well. This is good because due to a scheduling snafu I was not on the schedule, but she saw it was me and made room :) While my fluid levels are amazing, the baby is small. His head is measuring on track but the rest of him is not. Since the baby is not dangerously small, we are in a wait and see mode right now. I see my doctor on Tuesday. Hopefully, the baby will do some growing. I'll probably get to have another ultrasound. Let me tell you, with this recent development I'm even less thrilled about being passed off to someone else.
My prenatal yoga class has been my saving grace this pregnancy. With so much stress, having directed breathing every week for an hour and time to myself is incredibly helpful. I've had the same instructor for all three kids. Linus' pregnancy is legend in the yoga studio.
I'm looking forward to no longer being pregnant. I'm trying to find ways to enjoy it since I don't think I am going to do it again. I just have to pray that it's all going to work out and in a few short weeks I am going to have a healthy, precious baby boy in my arms. In the meantime, God this pregnancy sucks.
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