August 5 is the day

Scheduled induction for Baby Shmore is Saturday, August 5th at 8 am. Unless she decides to come earlier, which I doubt (I guess it’s way too comfy in there!).

In the meantime I’ve been talking to Matthew more and more about the baby coming and I don’t think he’s terribly impressed. Yesterday he caught me trying to figure out how to wrap my baby sling around myself and when I told him what it was for he said “Mommy take it off. I don’t like it. Mommy take it off!”. Even when I said this meant I’d be able to carry the baby around and still be able to play with him he insisted I take it off. Looks like sibling rivalry is off and running already!

Drat! No baby yet!

I had my appointment yesterday and the OB says I’m not ready yet. Dammit!

They made another appointment for an NST (non-stress test) at the hospital for 8 am Monday where they’ll also do another ultrasound and MAY induce me then. However I was cautioned that Monday is apparently already busy for inductions so I’m not counting on this happening.

He said I can hope to go on my own, but the only way to speed things up is to stay active. So yesterday I cleaned like a maniac (even though I only got our bedroom done) and still no baby. Although I did have a couple of doozy contractions last night, but they’ve gone away (huge surprise!).

Well, I’m off to go clean something else!

Baby Shmore coming soon!

At my last appointment my OB said that as I get closer to “term” he wants to induce me. Woohoo! No argument here! He said with the low amniotic fluid he doesn’t want to take any chances. So I instantly jumped in and asked “when”? After he finished laughing, he said he’ll examine me at my next appointment and if it looks like I’m ready then he’ll induce me. According to a friend of mine that would mean the next day.

So my next appointment is Wednesday, so hopefully we’ll get to meet this precious little troublemaker by Thursday or Friday.

Keep your fingers crossed and say an extra prayer for me! Pleeeeeeeeeez!!!!!

He loves thunder and lightning too, just like his Mommy

A few weeks ago we had a horrendous thunder and lightning storm, of course just as I was putting Matthew down to bed for the night, and he was too scared to go to sleep. So I stayed there with him for about an hour and a half explaining the thunder and lightning were just the clouds playing in the sky up there and crashing into each other, just like he crashes into things when he’s running around having too much fun. So with each boom of thunder I said “those silly clouds crashed again”. Now at bedtime he wants me to stay with him in his room and wait for the thunderstorm to come. LOL! And instead of not sleeping out of fear, he won’t go to sleep when we have one cuz he thinks it’s so cool he wants to watch.

Last night I was putting something in his closet while he was in our room, and he heard a small boom when what I tossed hit the wall. He came running into his room with me all excited saying “Mommy thunder! A thunderstorm is coming!”. I felt so bad having to tell him it was just me making noise. But wouldn’t you know it, about half an hour after he fell into a deep sleep, we had a thunder and lightning storm! Shhh, don’t tell him he missed it or I’ll never get him to sleep tonight.

I’m done! I want this baby out!

Warning: I’m grumpy and venting! Read at your own risk.

I had my last ultrasound last Wednesday to check for the baby’s position and size. The technician refused to answer any of my questions, saying she wasn’t a “radiologist” or something like that and said my doctor would have the results by Friday or Monday. I get this a lot. “No we won’t answer any questions for you. Nothing like if it still looks like a girl, does she look like her growth is on track, or if she’s in the right position. We just want you to sit there with your mouth shut while we press this instrument down on your stomach as hard as humanly possible and we don’t want you flinching.”. Can you tell I’m a little pissed off?

Then I had my OB appointment Thursday where he asks me about the position of the baby etc. I had to explain to him I had a bitch for a technician who couldn’t be bothered to tell me anything and he looked surprised. We did the normal routine and I booked my next appointment for Thursday 20th.

Then I get a message on my answering machine Friday morning from my OB’s office saying they want me at the hospital Saturday morning at 10:30 for a non-stress test. And if I have any questions to call the office. No one answered the damn phone all bloody day Friday so I went to my appointment Saturday confused and worried.

Now to Saturday’s appointment. They ask me why I’m there. Duh, I dunno! I told them I just received a message Friday to come in at this time but couldn’t get through to the office for any information. They read the chart and say it’s because the ultrasound revealed I have LOW AMNIOTIC FLUID! Dammit, like nothing else can go wrong with this pregnancy??? So they need to check to make sure the baby isn’t in distress. I go through the test and it looks like the baby is fine, but they ask me if I’m supposed to come back prior to my next appointment. I reiterate that no one answered the phone at the OB’s office so I have no clue what the hell is going on. They tell me according to their chart that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. Tell me if I’m wrong but if that’s what’s written in the chart WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU ASK ME THE DAMN QUESTION??? Fine, I make my next appointment for an hour prior to my next OB’s appointment on Thursday.

From what I’ve been reading low amniotic fluid could spell trouble for the baby during labour and delivery and now I’m totally freaked out. A couple of people have told me that they went through the same thing and their babies turned out fine so I shouldn’t be too upset. Well I’m starting to think I don’t want to tempt fate any longer, since I’ve been lucky so far that this kid hasn’t died in utero, and I want her out. I’m going to talk to my OB on Thursday and ask if it’s OK if I have a scheduled c-section (from what I understand there’d be less stress on the baby with a c-section) and have this baby ASAP. I’m currently 37 weeks and if I make it through this week and she’s over 5 lbs she’s considered full-term.

If this whole pregnancy was some sort of damn test I think I passed it and I want my damn prize!

See, I warned you I was grumpy!

It’s the thought that counts

Matthew’s learning how to share lately and is always bringing us things and making a big deal out of it. Last night as I was coming out of our room he runs up to me excitedly calling “Mommy! I brought some money for you!”. Then he hands me a penny. “Oh wow, that’s so nice of you honey. Thank you!” I say, then I add “But wait a minute. Where did you get this money?”. “I go get you some more” he says. I follow him out to the living room where he’s playing with something that has a zipper on it. Hey, that’s my purse you little rat!

Baby Shmore the little jokester

Sheesh this kid has a strange sense of humour!

I was having some cramping, contractions, and a dull backache since last night and they seemed to be getting worse. After calling Telehealth Ontario I was told to go to the hospital to get checked out. You know as soon as I got off the phone the cramping and contractions stopped? I had one cramp while at the hospital but other than that, nothing. It was as if Baby Shmore was saying “ha ha, just kidding!”.

I spent an hour and a half at the hospital and was sent home, somewhat embarrassed. I’m not even close to being in labour, but there’s no explanation for the contractions.

At least it gave me something to blog about!