My Worst Nightmare - 30 Weeks
I hate maternity pants. Hate them. I have this pair that are adorable except for the last five inches of elastic that are supposed to allow room for my expanding girth. I'm sorry, but $*%& that. I spend half the time I'm wearing them pulling them up and worrying about whether other people can see a) the pannel; b) that the very visible elastic waist is actually at my belly button; or c) the long useless drawstring. Seriously, a drawstring? Is this what's supposed to keep them from falling down? Because anything cinched around my waist at this point is like chinese water torture. In hindsight, low rise with elastic would have done the trick - not the flipping elastic pannel. All I can say is that maternity stores should have a test-drive feature, because you honestly never know what's going to work for you. My friend told me that the high-waisted pants were the only ones that would stay on, and beleive me, this is not a time when you want to be even the slightest bit more uncomfortable than you have to. Okay there's my rant for the week.
So, back a few posts ago I mentioned that when my doctor has been measuring my uterus, it's a bit big for how far along I am. So I had another sonogram this week and they figured out it's because there is more amniotic fluid than there is supposed to be in there. This could mean one of several things - There's a 60% chance that it's nothing, and there's no explanation, the second most likely reason is it could be gestational diabetes (even though I passed the test), or a scary genetic defect of some kind in the baby. Now I know they have to tell you that last one - but really, which of those scenarios is the most likely? That it's nothing. Which am I dwelling on? That it's a scary genetic defect. Our ages make that even less likely, blah blah blah, I'm not one to play statistics, out of 100 people it has to happen to someone. Nothing to do at this point but wait and see, but even though I wasn't exactly sailing through this pregnancy problem-free, it definitely casts a shadow over everything.
Mostly I'm terrified of being put on bed rest or something (knock on wood). I never really put much thought into the fact that I'll be taking finals in my 38th week and graduating in my 39th week. As a rule we don't have babies early in my family, and even Emily was a week late. I figured I'd be good and ready to be rid of this baby by the time came, getting a week and a half off before the due date to tie up any loose ends around the house and you know, be well rested, packed, stocked up on groceries, and caught up with all the laundry when the big moment comes. I hate, no not a strong enough word, abhor coming home to a dirty house after being gone, and I shudder to think of bringing our baby home to piles of laundry and a sink full of dishes, then trying to catch up while recovering from delivery and caring for a newborn. And if I had been placed on bed rest before going into labor? Egads!
But most likely all this worring is for nothing - the odds are in my favor that everything will go as planned and turn out just fine. I Can't really help worring though, it's just my nature.
On the more lighter side, at this time tomorrow, I'll offically be on Spring Break - my last one as an undergrad. I'm very excited for a break from all this worrying and nesting and what not. Also, the really really positive thing about the whole amniotic fluid thing is that I get to have more ultrasounds, which I always enjoy.
So, back a few posts ago I mentioned that when my doctor has been measuring my uterus, it's a bit big for how far along I am. So I had another sonogram this week and they figured out it's because there is more amniotic fluid than there is supposed to be in there. This could mean one of several things - There's a 60% chance that it's nothing, and there's no explanation, the second most likely reason is it could be gestational diabetes (even though I passed the test), or a scary genetic defect of some kind in the baby. Now I know they have to tell you that last one - but really, which of those scenarios is the most likely? That it's nothing. Which am I dwelling on? That it's a scary genetic defect. Our ages make that even less likely, blah blah blah, I'm not one to play statistics, out of 100 people it has to happen to someone. Nothing to do at this point but wait and see, but even though I wasn't exactly sailing through this pregnancy problem-free, it definitely casts a shadow over everything.
Mostly I'm terrified of being put on bed rest or something (knock on wood). I never really put much thought into the fact that I'll be taking finals in my 38th week and graduating in my 39th week. As a rule we don't have babies early in my family, and even Emily was a week late. I figured I'd be good and ready to be rid of this baby by the time came, getting a week and a half off before the due date to tie up any loose ends around the house and you know, be well rested, packed, stocked up on groceries, and caught up with all the laundry when the big moment comes. I hate, no not a strong enough word, abhor coming home to a dirty house after being gone, and I shudder to think of bringing our baby home to piles of laundry and a sink full of dishes, then trying to catch up while recovering from delivery and caring for a newborn. And if I had been placed on bed rest before going into labor? Egads!
But most likely all this worring is for nothing - the odds are in my favor that everything will go as planned and turn out just fine. I Can't really help worring though, it's just my nature.
On the more lighter side, at this time tomorrow, I'll offically be on Spring Break - my last one as an undergrad. I'm very excited for a break from all this worrying and nesting and what not. Also, the really really positive thing about the whole amniotic fluid thing is that I get to have more ultrasounds, which I always enjoy.
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