Well at least baby is showing us that he- and my placenta- are doing just perfectly. He passed again yesterday, so no reason for worry. Donna was sweet enough to come with me and Owen to the appointment since Kraig had to work (only his second time missing an appointment, and this wasn't a prenatal. The first time was to take Owen to the doctor. He's a great dad :-))
There were some encouraging signs since my last appointment (Wednesday) but nothing too exciting. Baby was in ROA position which made me very, very happy. He'd been posterior, and ROA is MUCH more optimal for laboring and birthing. Owen was posterior and labor was hard, hard, hard. In semi-related news, I've not gained any weight in a month (or more?) yet baby is definitely getting bigger and bigger. Sigh. I guess my body doesn't like to gain more than 20 pounds in a pregnancy. Actually, I think my GD diet has a lot to do with the small weight gain this time around ;-) I was hoping to have a little more "padding" for breastfeeding this time because I was so ravenous and lost weight so quickly last time- leaving me feeling rundown- but I am sure I can make up for lost time by attacking the
The real bad news is that Owen and I are SO sick. Owen had a fever on Friday/Saturday and then the congestion and deep cough developed on Sunday. Mine started on Monday. Oh joy! It seems my body is telling me to patiently wait until we are all better before trying to labor. Fair enough. I certainly don't want to feel like *this* while I'm laboring. This also means I've had to come to terms with having a Thanksgiving (or later) baby. We're surprisingly okay with that as well. If still pregnant, I am going to cook our T-giving feast on Wednesday and we'll eat it one way or another- either here or at the birth center. I'm hoping for the BC so that I can actually eat it... (wow, is T-giving food carb-heavy or what?!)
We're hoping Kraig can still avoid the sickness. We'll see. We're less concerned about his performance during the birth than mine and Owen's, of course.
So today I am 40 weeks + 5 days and feeling very, very patient about baby's timing. In fact, another day or two to rest and recover doesn't sound so bad. Mostly I hope that Owen gets better quickly- it breaks my heart to think of having to leave him with someone while he is in such bad shape. Poor guy. We've never left him overnight, so in our minds the worst case scenario would be that we have to leave him at night... we're sort of hoping for a daytime birth if he is still sick.
So yes, still here, still pregnant, still doing well despite this unwelcome virus. We'll have more to report after our regular prenatal appointment tomorrow.
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