A bump update so soon? Yep. Remember when I said they’d be weekly from now on?
This is the HOME STRETCH folks. I’m now in the final month, the longest month, the most uncomfortable month. As a blogger friend of mine put it, the last four weeks are the longest stretch of pregnancy but once your child is born, you blink, and they’re already six months old. I believe it!
Since I want these last few updates to be as close to real-time as possible, I will count everything that happened in the past week as week 36, although I technically switched over to week 37 on Friday.
I would say my biggest issues right now are the heat, swelling, and this mood of constant crabbiness. I really truly, don’t want to be so whiny, but it takes so much energy to move around these days that I find myself with zero patience left for everything else. (Luckily we had a wonderful 4th of July and I had the best time relaxing with family and friends and lounging in the pool.)
Unfortunately, this week’s update comes with a story because we had a slight, teeny tiny scare last week at my appointment. I woke up Thursday morning feeling empty (for lack of a word) and could not feel baby moving at all. I waited a while but eventually decided I should drink some orange juice, lay down, and “count kicks.” For those of you who don’t know, they say you should feel 5-10 movements (doesn’t have to be a kick) per hour after 32 weeks or so. I’ve never counted kicks before. First off, I have anterior placenta, which can muffle movement, and secondly, baby boy has never given me any reason to worry. Because doctors know life is distracting and you can’t possibly count kicks all day long, they recommend noticing your baby’s movement/awake patterns and making sure baby moves around those major times every day.
Well the OJ helped and I did feel enough subtle movements and one major kick to make myself feel better. Plus, I figured I’d mention it at my appointment later that day. The Scottish and I went to our clinic around lunchtime and after casually mentioning to the nurse that “things didn’t feel right this morning,” She asked about afterwards and I said, “Well I guess he wasn’t as active as normal.”
Based on this information, she decided to do an NST (non-stress test) where they hook you up for monitoring of baby’s heart rate and contractions. I held a clicker device in my hand and was told to push the button every time I felt him move. It was slow at first but then I was clicking away. It’s so funny how much more you feel them when you’re hearing their little heart beat pounding loudly as well.
The OB came in to check me and analyze the results and decided there were too many heart rate decreases for her liking. She decided to send us to the hospital for more monitoring and an ultrasound. We were both a bit shocked by the change in plans but it made sense to be better safe than sorry. She said the absolute worse case scenario would be, “If baby isn’t doing well in there anymore, we would induce you to get him out.” Even though it seemed pretty unlikely, in my head I was thinking, “NO WAY NOT INTERESTED,” but out loud I said, “OK, sounds good.”
We headed over to the hospital relatively calm. At that point I was more concerned about missing lunch and The Scottish missing work than anything being a real issue. But I did get slightly nervous when we arrived because I had to change into a hospital gown and got my own room in triage. They hooked me up to the monitors and we sat and waited. This time there was no clicker. The nurse was super nice and asked us lots of questions and had me fill out some forms so that I won’t have to fill them out when I came back for the real deal. I was uncomfortable and didn’t like being hooked up to the machines, which definitely helped solidify my desire to labor out of bed/walking around when the time comes.
After a while they sent us to get an ultrasound. I felt so silly being wheeled around in a wheelchair when I had walked in just fine on my own, but I guess that’s policy. We ended up getting a biophysical profile. In case you’ve never heard of one (I hadn’t) it’s a test for baby based on ten points. The first two are given during the NST as long as baby has two or more episodes of reactive heart rate acceleration. The other eight are given during the ultrasound with a thirty minute time limit. Baby gets two points for attempting to breathe, two points for big movements, and two points for muscle tone or fine motor movements. The last two points are given for having adequate amounts of amniotic fluid.
GREAT NEWS! The Wee One passed beautifully and the nurse told us he got an A+! The Scottish was so proud that his son passed his first test, haha, and I was just happy he was healthy enough to cook a bit longer.
In other news, I’m still measuring slightly big and I’m really hoping that doesn’t mean I’m going to have a humongous baby but I guess only time will tell! The ultrasound couldn’t tell us much because the bigger they get, the harder it is for them to pinpoint weight with any accuracy.
Can’t wait to see what day The Wee One picks for his birthday! And I’m so glad we avoided the July 4th, not that there’s anything wrong with a patriotic birthday, but considering The Scottish doesn’t have any attachment to America’s celebration of independence, and since I would prefer he not have to share his special day with a holiday, we were pretty happy he decided to stay put. Three weeks ish left!! 🙂