I need to get baby clothes washed, put away. Dresser put together, car set put back together (it’s washed now!). Find the bases for the car seat, but that’s a bit less urgent. Get the pack n plays put up (yay! One has a changing station!). Move the armchair into the living room, so I have a chair that’s easy to get out of. Oh, just so much stuff to do.
I tried to schedule myself more time. (April 1st!) No luck :o
My parents are coming down early enough to send us off. I guess I can understand that – wanting to see your baby before surgery. Ok. They better not call while I’m being stitched up!
I packed my bag this morning – before the Amnio. Just in case. It ended up being a toothbrush and then electronic stuff. LOL. What does that say about me?
The Amnio went ok. Easier, actually, than the CVS. Faster. Less painful. The Doctor that did it said she would use about the same gauge needle as the Lovenox shots, though longer. CVS needles are a bigger gauge. They didn’t even put a band-aid on the stick spot. Amnio results came in late today – lungs are mature!
Monitoring went ok, though it was the first time (and only time. lol!) at the MFM place. After about 10 minutes, 3 people come dashing in to adjust the transducer and check readings. They were worried about the baby’s base line. I did mention that she runs a bit low, but my OB, and then L&D weren’t worried. She’s just a chill kid.
Hopefully it’s a sign of things to come. I wouldn’t want to get my hopes up too much. What are the odds that we’d be so lucky as to have a second wonderful baby – kid – as Teagan. We’d be too blessed.
I am looking forward to meeting this little girl that’s been torturing me these past months. I will not miss the heartburn, the aches, pains, nausea, fatigue, blurry vision, stuffiness, bleeding gums, the injections (oh those damn shots!), bruises from the shots, itching, swelling, clumsiness, varicose veins, insomnia. Basically, I will not miss being pregnant. I will miss, however, feeling her move. Even though her movements are so strong now as to be painful.
I worry about my recovery, how quickly I’ll heal, get back to a new normal. one that includes two kids. OMG, I’m going to have two kids tomorrow. How am I going to survive?? I just hope I do an ok job.