Written May 2. 36.5 weeks. Updated May 4.
You guys, I’m swollen. Like, only have one pair of sandals left that fit swollen. Like, can’t wear ANY of my rings because my fingers are such sausages swollen. Blah.
At my 34 week appointment, my doctor was slightly concerned about all of my swelling, because it came on REALLY fast. My hands have been kind of swollen since mid-February (that’s when I had to stop wearing my wedding ring 😦 ), but it felt like literally overnight my hands were REALLY swollen and my feet and ankles were unreal! My blood pressure was still fine though, so she wasn’t overly concerned. Buuuuuut she was like “hmmmmm” enough to schedule an ultrasound for my next appointment at 36 weeks.
Pete had a work trip scheduled to India for the last week of April, which was causing anxiety for both of us, especially with the not-quite-routine ultrasound scheduled for while he was on the other side of the world. My mom said that she would come up to go to the appointment with me, which was just fabulous. I wanted her there just in case something wasn’t quite right. Pete wanted her there because he was “preeeeeeeetty nervous!”
On Wednesday morning, my mom and I went to the clinic for the ultrasound and appointment. It was so wonderful being able to see the baby again after 16 weeks! A very different picture this time, because there is a lot of baby in there! It actually made it kind of hard to make things out, but it was still fabulous.
The ultrasound technician took the head measurement first. I could see all of the numbers on the screen. I gasped. “Excuse me, am I seeing that right? Does it say that the head is measuring at 39 weeks??” The tech laughed and said, “Yep!” I just about fainted.
She moved on to the waist and other body parts, and guess what. Our baby has a big ass head. The rest of the body is measuring right at 36 weeks. I immediately began sweating. Genetics work… Baby got Dad’s huge head.
Next was the consult with the doctor. Everything with the baby looks great, which is just so wonderful. The little bugger is already weighing in at a little over 6 pounds! The doctor didn’t say anything about the head. So I asked if it’s concerning at all that the head is measuring 3 weeks ahead of the rest of the body. Doctor’s response? A laugh. “Nope! Your baby just has a good sized melon!” Exact words.
Single ladies: when selecting the person that you’ll fall madly in love with and you’ll eventually want to father your children, make sure you check their head size. Unfortunately, this thought didn’t occur to me until AFTER I was pregnant. It would have been a game changer, that’s for sure.
When they took my blood pressure, it was high, which was slightly concerning to the doctor. At this point, I have mild preeclampsia, but it’s nothing to get anxiety about, especially because I have to do my best to keep my blood pressure down, which was REALLY easy when Pete was halfway around the world and I have what is essentially a ticking time bomb whose fuse is getting really short really fast.
Oh, also, the baby is like, really ready to make his or her entry into the world. The doctor worded this in a couple of different ways:
– “I hope you make it to 37 weeks!” (FYI 37 weeks is NEXT WEEK THURSDAY.)
– “The baby is definitely going to come early.”
– “The baby will most likely come 1-2 weeks early.”
– “There are two things you need to do in the next two days: pack your hospital bag and put your car seat in the car.”
My main concern was that the baby would wait until after Pete got home from India – Friday evening at 5. If the baby could hold out until then, I would be juuuuuuust fine. (Spoiler: the baby waited and is still incubating.)
Because of the high blood pressure, the doctor put me on partial bed rest, so I’m only working in the mornings, and in the afternoons I’m sitting in the living room with my feet up, thinking of all of the things that I’d rather be doing than relaxing. Like, I don’t know, getting the baby’s room ready. Or cleaning our mess of a house. But instead, I sit.
Obviously Pete knew about my doctor’s appointment when he was in India. I didn’t want to freak him out completely when he was on the other side of the world and tell him that it sounds like our baby is going to come next week. So, I sugar coated.
“The baby has your big head!! … Everything looks great! … Yeah, the doctor thinks the baby will probably come early … Oh, she’s a teeeeeeeny bit concerned about my blood pressure, so I’m only working half days…”
Friday night at 5:30 when Pete got home, I had never been happier to see him. Obviously it’s my wild hormones, but for the first time ever, I cried when he got home. Such bliss to have him back not only in America but in our house. He told me all about his trip to India – he was REALLY happy to be home! – and then I filled him in on the doctor’s appointment.
I’m pretty sure he went into shock. After being awake for almost 48 hours, he went into full-on dad mode. He got the car seat into the Explorer and then made a list of things to do before the baby comes, including cleaning the garage so I don’t break my neck carrying a baby in a car seat to the car.
So now… we wait! Whether we meet the baby in 1 week or 4, I can’t believe we’re really getting ready to meet the baby!!
Update – written May 4.
Over the weekend, I had a pretty consistent headache, which was one of the triggers that the doctor told me to call in for. They scheduled a blood pressure check for Monday afternoon.
When I went in on Monday, Pete didn’t come, because it was supposed to be a quick in and out thing. Well. They took my BP three times, and three times it was really high. The nurse talked to the doctor that was in the clinic and came back to the room.
Nurse: He wants you to head over to labor and delivery.
Sara: … What?
Nurse: … You need to go to the hospital. Are you ok to drive?
Sara: … Yeah?
Nurse: … Do you need to call someone?
Sara: No, no I’m fine. Am I having this baby today??
Sara: I’m having a baby today!!!
I called Pete, and he left the office to head over to the hospital. I also called my mom and dad to update them, and tell them that we would let them know if it was baby day.
At the hospital, they put me in a room and I had to get all ready to like, have a baby. They put me on IV fluids – and had a hell of a time finding a vein because of my ungodly swollen hands – and started monitoring my BP. Pete kind of paced around, sent some emails… I watched tv and was basically in shock.
After a few hours of being monitored and several people coming in and saying “You might have the baby today!” and then “We might have you incubate a while longer!”, they finally sent us home. I was put on full bed rest and told to go to the clinic every day for a BP check.
So! Here I sit! I thought that today was baby day, but nope, we still are going to wait. I’m very paranoid about all of the kicks and movements that I feel, about any “off” feeling I have with my body, and that I’m going to like, have a baby in our bathtub in the middle of the night.
So! Let’s hope this little baby hangs on for at least a few more days!