Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
So, I started the day of tired... yes, unusual for me, I know *sarcasm* lol. Anyway, I had an appt at three in the afternoon, and I just knew that if I went an hour early to the lab like last time, I wouldn't get in for the appt. For those of you that don't know... they changed the location of the lab from the basement level of my doctor's clinic to a different building a block away. My last appointment, I went almost an hour early to the lab so that I could do my regular tests that I do before EVERY appointment, and I waited for... 45 minutes, before I knew I was going to be late if I didn't go for my appt. So, I didn't get my tests done, even though I should have went back after my appointment, I really just didn't feel like sitting in a room with 20 other people and waiting for another hour or so. (It really reminded me of the DMV, with the exception of at the door there isn't a ticket puller thingy.)
Anyway... So today I arrived at the lab at 1:15, figuring that should be enough time. I walk in and "WHOA" there was only two other people there. SCORE!!! They had my tests done in fifteen minutes and I went home to await my appt.
I got to my appt 10 minutes early, and ended up waiting for nearly an hour. :-O
Yeah, but when I finally got in, my doc did his usual tests of bp and heartbeat... baby measurements... that kind of thing. I did ask him if he thought the baby's head was engaged already, and he did confirm that yes, it is. (I was 99% sure it was and had been for nearly 2 weeks... but thought I'd ask anyway) He was concerned about the baby's growth though, enough for him to send me to get an ultrasound and NST at the hospital.
So, I drove down to the hospital and they did an ultrasound, everything turned out just fine. The doc told me everything could be just fine, but he wanted to make sure she is on schedule for growth. (He said he couldn't quite tell if she seemed small because her head was engaged or if she was smaller than she should be).
Next I went up to L&D and they gave me a NST, which turned out good as well, or so the nurses told me. She called my doc with the results, and he has ordered another one for Monday as well. Why? I have no idea. Maybe they just want to make sure she's not freaking out at still being cooped up in a tiny belly at 37 weeks.... So yeah, that was my exciting day. I have another appt next Friday, but I REALLY REALLY hope she comes by then. The nurses I talked to today seemed really great, way nicer than when the two I spoke to before when I asked for a quick tour, so YAY. Hopefully they'll be the ones on duty when I go into labour.
But yeah, Bert just went on a job and I'm bored, but tired, and unable to sleep. *GO FIGURE* eh? G'Night.
Posted by Tasha at 10:25 PM
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Ever have one of those days where you are completely unmotivated? Of course you have. We all have them. Well, I'm not just having one unmotivated day, I'm having a week. As of Saturday I had everything done, not a single scrap of dirty laundry, and everything was in it's place. Five days later I have laundry and I need to clean my kitchen. Are either of those things pulling me into doing them? Not a chance. I feel just "BLAH". I need to have this baby. I know I have 22 days left until my due date, but if I don't start sleeping well at night I'm going to go crazy. My morning consists of getting up when my daughter does, pulling a blanket out of the hall closet, changing Joslyn's diaper, getting her breakfast and then laying down on the couch while she watches some cartoons. Sad huh? I think so. I don't really even have a huge motivation to get on my computer anymore.
On the plus side I have a doctor's appt tomorrow. Who knows how that will go. I'm kind of annoyed with him after my last appt, so let's hope the baby has made progress. Not that he'd even think to tell me, he seems to not be that type of doctor. I am so tired of having blood taken each time I go in. And there seems to be some confusion as to whether I need it done or not, that's aggravating.
Bert has been a trooper putting up with me, giving me back massages, and catering to my moody whims. THANK GOODNESS!! I am so glad I have an understanding husband - especially when it comes to pregnancy. He's not looking forward to me going into labor this time around, because he hates seeing me in pain. When he told me that, it made me feel pretty good. He was asking if I'll have an epidural this time, and I told him no. I figure I did it with Joslyn, and I can do it with baby #2 as well.
Anyway, maybe I'll check my facebook and decide to get off my lazy bum and unload the dishwasher. Wish me luck :-S
Posted by Tasha at 2:45 PM