I almost want to figure out how many days post 6 day transfer I am at to make that the title of this post.
When I went to the doc last week, he said I would still be pregnant in a week--after a kind of painful (who knew) cervix check. I thought he was just supposed to look in and see what was going on. He said that text book with a polyp does not mean I have to have a C Section- that I could deliver vaginally and if I start bleeding--than I could switch to C section. Not just the risk of bleeding to death, but also the idea of doing both a c section and labor=seem horrible. He said he could make an argument for either. Neither one seems appealing.
And then in the midst of everything--I just read something that said my bag for the baby should be packed! I had totally not even thought about that since I know the hospital gives you everything you need--but OF COURSE my baby needs a bag with swaddling blankets and burp clothes--How could I have totally not remembered that?
I had my first hot flash today and the baby was digging into my side--it seems to have moved now. Although the drinking water trick didn't seem to work--the eating ice cream trick did seem to work. The baby doesn't seem like it has dropped at all, but moving a bunch--and last night it made one movement that made me bend over in pain. I do have this thought that the baby might have bow legs because I feel like the baby sits head down, face forward with one knee on either side of my belly button. Also, I think the baby might have a unicorn horn that he/she is intermittenly stabbing me with. We will see.
Ultrasound at 38 weeks. That is a week from this Friday, we will be able to see the baby again! I feel like I have been pregnant for years and years. You know how people say they can't remember a time when they didn't have children. Well, I can barely remember not being pregnant.
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