Carnival rides and I don't get along. My equilibrium is very easy to mess up, and I'm terrified of speed. Speed plus spinning is guaranteed to induce sickness. I even get dizzy on the carousel. I most definitely avoid roller coasters. But my life these days? Oy! The ups! The downs! The ups! I feel like I did in college (well, high school) when I'd had too much to drink and I had to put one foot on the floor to keep my bed from spinning in circles.
Doc wrote today to say that the ultrasound showed normal growth and that the baby is in the 22nd percentile. But wait! Wasn't she in the 60th percentile last time? How is this normal growth? I'm so confused ... And of course by the time I wrote back to say "huh?" Doc was already gone on vacation. But she definitely said "this is good", so I'm going with that for now.
Then, at my NST, I had the nastiest mean nurse ever. Granted, it was a 4pm appointment on a Friday before a holiday week and I was 10 minutes late because the traffic was so bad, but I think she would have been equally rude in good circumstances. She grumped at me because I didn't bring her a urine sample (the nurse at the last NST told me I didn't have to!) then she kept me hooked up for 45 minutes (the last nurse only kept me for 20 minutes) and she left the freakin' blood pressure cuff on my arm the whole time (WTF!). And the gel for the ultrasound was not just warm, it was hot and I have a little burn mark on my belly because of it. Awesome.
But during the quick ultrasound to check my fluid levels, damned if Nurse Nasty didn't start off by saying "As you can see, she's head down ..."
WHAT?!
Yup. It's true. Sister turned around all by herself. She's clearly going to be one of those just-in-time kids who puts off doing her term papers until the night before they're due. Every single thing I can find on the internetz says 37 weeks is the time when baby must be in exit position, lest one's doctor freak out. Today is 37 weeks. She's probably in there saying "What, mom, what? I got it done on time. Why are you so stressed out?"
I was actually relieved to hear she was alive. We had a night terror incident last night that required two adults physically restraining a thrashing child who did not want to have his soaking-wet pajamas changed, and when I left his room, I was in a great deal of pain in my upper belly. I came this close to driving myself to L&D (because the Mister was still in Squeaker's room soothing him back to sleep), and if it weren't a half-hour away, I probably would have gone. I really thought he had killed his sister, and although she did move a little after that, I barely felt her move all day today. I was sure something was dreadfully wrong. Instead, it turns out she was probably just tired from flipping into the exit position, and the pain in my belly was from suddenly having a little butt jammed into a space where there used to be not much of anything. She was certainly active enough during the NST, so it doesn't appear that anything is wrong except in my head.
They canceled my ECV, yippee! Which of course makes me believe she'll probably take the opportunity to flip around again ...
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll take roller coaster if that is the last big drop!
Posted by: fiddle1 | December 17, 2011 at 07:39 AM
Hooray! I loved the term paper analogy. I can totally see your tween daughter saying that ten years from today. Tell ML that Jacob asked about him (after he saw the picture of them riding ML's bike in your hallway). Hope to see you soon (with or without new addition).
Posted by: Suzy | December 19, 2011 at 11:11 PM