Kathy just left. We’re scheduled for an ultrasound on Monday, because at 37 weeks, I’m measuring at 42 WEEKS!
No wonder I’m miserable.
Kathy said that what she’s feeling is not baby, but fluid, and she feels that right now, it would be prudent to have an ultrasound, just to rule out any problems. Not exactly what I had hoped to hear at this point, but she says I shouldn’t worry, because there may be no problem at all…just some extra fluid, possibly due to the fact that I’ve had to be so sedentary for the last month because of my respiratory illness. However, this could also indicate birth defects in the baby, specifically with the baby’s ability to swallow (esophageal atresia). Kathy thinks this is unlikely though, because we had a 20-week ultrasound, and no abnormalities were found.
I told my husband that I feel selfish, because at this point all I can think about is how miserable I am, and I don’t know how I’ll cope with 3 more weeks of this. My organs are just squashed! Even Kathy said, when she pulled up my shirt to listen to the baby, “You poor thing! You just don’t have any room left.”
Pray for me, please. I’m going to just have to take this one day at a time.
On a lighter note, my husband is so excited because we get to see the baby. He didn’t think we would be able to see him again until he was born. I joked, “Let’s hope he still has a penis.” If not, I have a whole bunch of really adorable baby stuff in need of a good home.[print-me/]