As is perhaps evidenced by this week’s bump shot (pajamas, messy bun, and Crocs), I am nearing the “I am so effing done being pregnant get this baby outta me!” stage. I’m not QUITE there, but I’m approaching it.
We had a bit of a scare this week. Recently Baby Girl’s movements have been nearly constant and super vigorous, but on Thursday, things were just… different. She wasn’t moving nearly as often, or as strongly, and all of the movements I felt were in a totally different place than usual. I made it through Thursday day without freaking out, but sent myself into a paranoid tailspin overnight, hardly sleeping and striving to feel the tiniest movements in my belly for reassurance. I finally called the triage nurses at my practice on Friday morning, and they suggested I come in for a non-stress test just to set my mind at ease. While I was feeling movement by then, it still wasn’t what I had come to consider “normal.”
A non-stress test basically just means they hook you up to a fetal heart rate monitor for 20 minutes or so and keep an eye on baby’s heart rate. And of course, I felt more movement in the 30 minutes I was at the hospital than I had the previous 24 hours. And she resumed “normal” movement the rest of the day. Nurse Mickey assured me that they do these kinds of “just in case” tests all the time, and it’s always better to be safe than sorry. I couldn’t agree more! I just kept imagining all the what-if scenarios, and how awful it would be if something truly were wrong and I chose not to get checked out just because I didn’t want to feel silly. The reassurance of hearing her steady little heartbeat for 30 minutes was well worth any embarrassment I might have felt. And I was able to sleep soundly on Friday night because of it!
On the good news front, I took Thursday morning off and used the time to do lots of tasks that have been on my to-do list for a while. It felt AMAZING. I believe this is probably the early stages of the nesting phase I’ve heard so much about. I made a gigantic list of everything I/we need to do before baby comes and just went to town. We now have a lactation consultant and pediatrician, we’re pre-registered with Labor & Delivery at the hospital, I bought a new camera, and made an appointment to get the AC in our Honda fixed. It’s been broken for at least three years, but with a summer baby on the way, it couldn’t wait anymore.
I also finished packing my hospital bag, so I’m basically ready any time. While I’d prefer that Baby Girl stays in until at least 38 weeks, if she came tomorrow, I certainly wouldn’t be upset about it. Especially because it would clear up this f*cking carpal tunnel. And get me out of work.