...so I haven't posted about my appointments much in a while. Honestly, it's mostly because I've been disappointed about my options and facts that will dictate my decisions.
At my appointment last Thursday, we discussed the results of my 32 week growth ultrasound. The u/s determined that baby was measuring about 3 weeks ahead (5.5 pounds at 32 weeks, and whatever the correlating length would be). At 34+1 weeks, they measured my uterus at 38cm, which is 4 weeks ahead. Baby's head is equally as large. UGH! What it boils down to is that this baby is going to be massive, and my chances of a natural birth are almost non-existent. If there is ANY possible chance, it would have to be at a much larger hospital, which is a minimum of 1-2 hour drive from here (depending on traffic), having to convince whatever hospital that I can try (after never having experience a real contraction to-date, even though I've been pregnant before)... Essentially, I have a delivery date scheduled for March 28th, which has me a little bit freaking out!! That's under 4 weeks away now!
I also have this school term to finish, including a chemistry final on march 20, and my husband is supposed to go see his son (500 miles away) for Spring Break.. which is fun to figure out. It's looking like he'll be gone from the 22nd-26th and my ex-MIL will be staying with the girls and I for that time (and with the girls while DH and I are in the hospital).
I have gotten my "nursery corner" of my bedroom figured out, and my ex-MIL got me a gilder/rocker/ottoman that came FedEx today (2 days after she ordered it, $1 shipping cost, HOLY COW FAST!)
A few weeks ago, I went to the new Walmart in town, and almost fell on the slippery new concrete in the entry. I heard my back pop in several places. Since that near-fall, my tailbone and hips have felt like they're coming un-hinged and absolutely miserable. Aside from that, I've had the standard end of pregnancy misery. lol
So... that's my long-winded update. I'm sure there's more. I've just been relatively overwhelmed, some disappointment at the prospect of another surgery, and it's just plain easier to respond to everyone else.