First, a quick aside: is it me, or is it ridiculously difficult to get to the WP Admin page on WordPress these days? I like writing from the dashboard – I do not like writing from the “improved posting experience” screen that WordPress tries to send me to. Remember, I’m used to working on WordPress.org, so sometimes .com annoys the hell out of me given my experience with the platform. GAH. Stop coddling me!
This past week was a full one. It began with a 32-week OB appointment and ended with a prenatal tour of our hospital’s L&D unit. Eek. When did we get here?
First, the appointment. It also included a sonogram. We hoped upon hope that all was well with Dubya and it was – she’s still doing her thing in there, clocking in at an estimated 3 pounds, 15 ounces. However, she’s doing her thing in a breech position. And if I think about it, I’m not that surprised: she stopped doing rib kicks up high and instead was doing head butting up high. I’m hopeful she’ll turn soon (and I’ve been trying to help her out with some inversions and exercises from spinningbabies.com). I’m trying not to worry about an external cephalic version or a caesarean birth just yet; my doctor wasn’t concerned, so I won’t be, either. There’s still time. Other than that, the OB told me I was the picture of pregnant health.
I was disappointed, however, that because of her position we couldn’t get a clear view of her face. She’s been a difficult little lady at two sonograms now. At 20 weeks, she wasn’t having it and was resting on her stomach for most of it (though all measurements were taken). At 32 weeks, she hid her face with her position and her feet. Either she’s extremely camera shy or she loves to fuck with us – and because she’s our daughter, I vote the latter (and have to give her props for being a prankster early on). I have to have another sonogram at 36 weeks to see if she’s turned at all, so there is a chance we’ll get an idea of her before she comes. However, I’ll temper my disappointment and just hope she’s ready to go head first come mid-February. I’m not one for boutique ultrasounds.
Today was the L&D tour. And, well, what can you say about an L&D tour except that shit’s about to get real?
In between these two baby-related events, my parents and siblings visited for the Christmas holiday. It was fantastic to see them, but it is exhausting to host five people when you’re eight months pregnant – and this is with your wonderful husband doing the majority of the cooking! My mom and dad were happy to see me, though, and were eager to feel their granddaughter kick. Alas, she did not oblige; I think my constant movement soothed her, so I probably lulled her to sleep most of the time. She would get active at night, of course, and when I woke in the mornings, but when her abuelitos and tios were here? Nope, Dubya was out like a light. She’s of course been more active today, with the apartment quiet. Little stinker.
I’m now approaching my 34th week, which means we’ve got about 1.5 months to get ready for Dubya. Of course we’re not. My husband and I, planners that we are, realize we have no idea what’s going to happen once she’s here.
But that’s okay, because we’ll help one another figure it out.