Tell me something I DON'T know!

I just got back from Triple Play #2 at Met hospital, and I'm irritated!

On the positive side, I know Bud is healthy. He scored 8/8 on his biophysical profile.

Besides that . . . I learned absolutely nothing new today. Geez! All I heard was, "You're having a BIG baby!" about 10 times. Well, duh . . . I already knew that! And I only found out by eavesdropping on the nurses that yes, I am indeed measuring 3 weeks ahead of schedule. Um, Dr. P. already knew that!

I think my frustration was showing because I started to drip with sweat during the non-stress test, and the baby's heart rate went up to 178 (should be 120 to 160) for awhile. My blood pressure was up too. The nurse kept asking if I was okay, if I felt funny, etc. I felt like screaming at her, "I'M STRESSED OUT! CAN'T YOU PEOPLE TELL ME ANYTHING NEW?! WHY ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME HERE?!" But when I saw that she was going to make me stay there until our vitals calmed down, I forced myself to relax. Sure enough, all the readings went back to normal, so she sent me home.

Then, to top it all off, I realized that I had LOST my ultrasound pictures. I went back into the hospital, and we looked around the area where I had been--and no luck! I have torn my purse apart at least 3 times; the nurses combed the area I was in, and even checked my chart to see if someone had picked them up. Arrrggghh! I am SO MAD at myself. I know I had them in my hand as I left the ultrasound, so I had to have brought them up to the non-stress test. Where they went in the intervening time baffles me. I must have set them down somewhere--but where? I don't remember stopping anywhere between ultrasound and OB. The nurses promised to put them in my chart if anyone finds them. It SUCKS--they were the one cool thing I got out of my visit today. We got some great pictures of Bud looking straight into the "camera." You could see his face so well. Sigh.

Dr. P. is out of town, so they weren't sure what steps to take next, in terms of a follow-up to today's visit. So, they've booked me for ANOTHER visit next week. Lucky me! ;P At least they might find my pictures by then.

BIG Bud!

Geez, no wonder I've been feeling so tired and miserable lately . . . at my appointment with Dr. P. today, she told me I am measuring at 37 weeks! (And I just reached 34 today!)

Bud is a BIG baby. Dr. P. said she's not too surprised, because it's common with the gestational diabetes. But she's finally going to send me for another triple play (non-stress test, ultrasound, biophysical profile) at Met hospital on Tuesday morning. She wants to get an estimated weight for Bud, just to see how big he is!

I remember that Andrea was always measuring 2 weeks further along, after I reached 28 weeks with her. I think she was delivered at just under 38 weeks, and she was a decent 7lbs. 12 ozs. If this not-so-little guy is measuring THREE weeks further along, and we're not delivering him until 39 weeks . . . God help us! :))

I am anxious to find out how big he is, on Tuesday. But I know that the ultrasound measurements can be off by a lot, too . . . they told me Andrea would be about 9 lbs., and thank goodness, she wasn't. :)) I'll update you on Tuesday afternoon.

Bud's First Tigers Game

Today, Daddy and I went to watch the Tigers play the Mets in Detroit. The weather was beautiful, and they played a good game--the Tigers won 8-7.

Although Mommy was pretty tired and sore by the end of the game, I think Bud had a good time. He seemed to enjoy the pizza and cold drinks (non-alcoholic, of course!). I swear I felt him wiggling with excitement. :))

And of course, Mommy had to buy some of the adorable baby clothes for little Tigers fans, in honour of Bud's first baseball game. I got a little kit that had a onesie with matching hat, booties, bib and blanket. When I returned to my seat to show Daddy my purchases, the gentleman next to me smiled and said, "You're starting him off right--as a Tigers fan!"

So here we are at the ball park, modeling Bud's new Tigers onesie. It was a lot of fun, but I'll probably pay for it over the next few days, with heartburn and sore joints! :))

Maternity Leave--YAY!

I'm 32 weeks (8 months) pregnant, and this morning was my last day of work. YAY!

I am so excited and happy to be off. I still feel like I have a million things to do, but really, we're ready for Bud to arrive, whenever he's ready. I guess I am just anxious to be DONE.

All the usual ailments of the last few weeks of pregnancy have begun to crop up: headaches, swelling, increased nausea again, heartburn, sore joints, difficulty sleeping, constant urination, and Braxton-Hicks.

But at least I don't have to go into work tomorrow! :))

7 weeks to go until Bud arrives . . . :))