It's been several days since I whined, hasn't it? I hope so.
So I went for my check-up today. I also got yet another ultrasound, as last time I was "measuring big" (see? I told you I had turned into a grapefruit). So I have the ultrasound and the very experienced tech is muttering things like, "wow".
I figured wow wasn't something to be overly concerned about, but I still found myself grinding my teeth while waiting for her to say something helpful. Instead she checked my chart and quizzed me to affirm that I am 34 weeks along. And then she told me that my son weighs six pounds, 7 ounces. NOW. His size is in the 100th percentile on everything.
At first, I was kinda excited by this. Because my back has been aching so much and I've been having so much trouble lifting kids and climbing the stairs, I was worried that I had just turned into a wimp with this pregnancy. To know I'm already carrying a term-sized baby makes my wimpiness more acceptable, somehow. Then she dropped the other bombshell. The one that says unless I had pre-eclampsia or something (which I don't, my blood pressure is great) there's is NO WAY they will let me go before week 39.
I'm scheduled to have my c-section five weeks from tomorrow. By which time NewBaby will be HUGE. And I will barely be able to walk. My son is not even trying to get out, folks. He's lying sideways, although sometimes he goes breech to kick my bladder. I'm not going to go into labor early. I'm just going to keep growing into an ever larger grapefruit. Seriously. Between my ever numbing and painful carpal tunnel and my giant stomach, there's going to come a time when I won't be able to get out of bed. At least not without help.
I tried talking to the doctor. But since his daughter was born at 8 pounds, but three and a half weeks early and still had a preemie lung infection he really didn't care to hear my opinion. I mean, I wasn't really expecting him to say he'd check me into the hospital next week or anything. But even one week earlier would have made me feel better. But noooo. Week 39 or bust.
Have I mentioned that most of my maternity pants won't go over my belly now? And I have very few shirts still long enough to cover things when the pants have to stay under the belly. Nevermind the pain and exhaustion, what the hell am I going to WEAR for the next five weeks?
Any advice will be much appreciated.
