Ultrasound

I could have this baby any day now, and the anticipation is KILLING ME! My doctor scheduled me for one last ultrasound to check on the baby's weight, and she was going to decide from there if and when to induce me, or schedule a C-Section. She doesn't want me to go a day past 40 weeks because of my blood pressure history, and if the baby is too big (he's been measuring pretty big), then she'll have to cut him out of my body.

Yesterday was my last ultrasound, and I got no answers. I was TOTALLY convinced that I was going to go in, and they were going to take one look at me and send me to the hospital to be induced, but of course that was just wishful thinking on my end. So I cleaned the house and washed all the bedsheets for nothing... DAMN!

I have a soft spot in my heart for ultrasound technicians. I know that they're only allowed to look and not tell you anything, so they probably get a lot of crap from patients, and I make it a point to be extra nice to them. The soul purpose of this appointment was to find out the baby's weight, and I decided going in that I didn't want to know, because if he's estimated to be nine pounds or more, it's all I'm going to think about going into labor, and it's sure to freak me out. However, my husband wanted to know the weight, and he's not very good at keeping this kind of information to himself, so I'd be sure to find out at some point. But thank god, the tech couldn't tell us anything!

The check up was a little rough at the beginning because I was supposed to go in with a full bladder and didn't. I'm sorry... but I can barely take a sip at the drinking fountain without having to run to a bathroom five minutes later, so there's no way I would be able to hold 40oz of water for an hour. She took pictures and videos for about twenty awkward minutes before calling in my husband to show us what she was seeing.

As the baby gets bigger, he gets harder to see in an ultrasound because of the lack of space, and his bones are developed more making them difficult to see around, so we weren't able to see too much. However, we did get to see his little face which was scrunched up in a grimace (just like his mommy), and we saw his little hand open and close, then move to his mouth where he proceeded to suck this thumb. To some, that may not sound very exciting, but it was the most incredible thing I've ever seen, and even the technician got really excited. She started squealing, "Do you see it? Do you see it?" as she  shoved the wand harder into my stomach and started pointing frantically at the screen. We could even see his little throat moving as he was going to town on his hand!

So now the waiting game continues. On Friday I see my doctor for the results of the ultrasound, and to schedule a day to induce. I've been spending these last few days on the phone with my mom and sister who have been mentally preparing me for delivery day and giving me awesome words of support and encouragement. I've been getting the last details of Zach's room all put together, filling the freezer and pantry with food, and making sure I have plenty of toiletries stocked up in our bathrooms to avoid trips to Target. It feels like I'm preparing for the worst, but really I'm preparing for the unknown. By next week, I'm gonna be a mom, and my life is going to be different... for the better.