I'm simultaneously starting to feel quite uncomfortable in my own body, yet pretty good about how that body looks. While my rib cage misses all of that luxurious room it used to have, things like random ankle swelling seem to have been a one-trick pony who has now wandered off to Montana or somewhere. The pregnancy hormones that graced me with the skin of a fifteen year-old are letting up a bit, and my inclination to care about those leg blotches seems to be inversely proportional to the temperature outside. Want to stare? Don't care.
Last night marked the first time that a stranger asked with full confidence when I was due. Yay?
Our recent visit back at the high-risk OB this week yielded several notable outcomes:
- Baby Girl finally stopped moving long enough for the doctor to look more thoroughly at her heart, which appears to have developed normally - the screening he did ruled out "about 85% of possible heart defects"
- She apparently experienced a growth spurt, as her weight is now in the 69th percentile
- Everything still looks GREAT development-wise
- She's decided that laying across my belly is obviously the most comfortable position, with her head on my right side (just under my rib cage) and her feet so thoughtfully using my bladder as an kickable ottoman
- The doctor took more time to explain his stance on the 37 weeks comment from last month, and it would require certain results from testing we'll do next time before he'd push for a 37 week delivery (which means he's respecting my preference to go 39 weeks, even if he doesn't understand it: "most women just want to not be pregnant anymore at that point")
- He and his staff give really good restaurant recommendations
So, overall, it was a good appointment. Probably the best one we've had with him so far.
I managed to spill some small ketones this morning - a during-pregnancy first - that can be attributed mostly to the fact that, what was I thinking, I actually slept through the night. Breakfast and a large amount of water intake cleared them up within a couple of hours.
And as for the non-diabetes stuff, everything's coming along there, too. I'm totally amped about the upcoming baby showers our friends and family have been so kind to plan for us, and I'm swiftly becoming addicted to the smell of Dreft as I wash the baby outfits, toys, and accessories we're storing up. Packing a hospital bag (okay, two) is a thing I've started, mostly because at least having it started makes me feel calmer.
And while I had originally planned to never post an ultrasound photo online (because somehow that just felt too private), I'm breaking my own rule. Her cheeks made me do it.
Two months to go!