At these appointments I have a couple different types of ultrasounds done first. We check on baby to make sure she's doing well, and do some growth measurements. Then they switch tools to check my cervix, which is the most concerning.
After the tech has all of the images, the doctor comes in to look at them and have a quick chat. Then I get to put my pants back on and head into a room to do all of the vitals and get my shots. Once that's done, the doctor comes back in. He may or may not do an exam, we have a lengthy chat, and then I head to the front desk and schedule to do it all over again next week.
The ultrasounds went really well. This gal weighed 2 pounds 12 oz and is in the 27th percentile. Her femurs measured a few weeks bigger, so we'll have another tall one which is no surprise. She still loves to hang out sideways and loves my back. This isn't a problem yet and there's still time for her to move, but she had better decide she likes being upside down soon! Thanks to the steroids, her lungs looked amazing and we got to watch her breathe for a while.
The second part of the ultrasound had good news, too. The medicine is working and I'm stable for another week!
I finally gained some weight, too. Up till now I had only gained 4 pounds. But this past week Ross was gone and I went on food vacation. I gained a whopping 6 pounds in one week. I was horrified, but it's apparently a really good thing.
Doc came in for our chat. He loves that I'm still stable and I graduated to now only needing to come in every 2 weeks. And I'm done with the ultrasounds. At this point, my cervix is going to start thinning more and he's anticipating some changes. So at every appointment, he'll check me out and reevaluate from there.
Then he asked if I had any questions. "So does this mean I can get back in the gym?" He laughed at me and said that he KNEW I was going to ask that. Even though the answer was absolutely not, we ended up chatting for a little bit about CrossFit, different workouts we liked, and what I liked doing in the gym. He said if I can hang on six more weeks and if I was still looking good, he'd let me start working out again. He admitted he was only saying that because he's betting by then I'll be so uncomfortable I won't want to work out.
I love this doctor. I'm secretly hoping I pop right around 34 weeks so I don't get transferred back to the doctor I was seeing before.
When you see a specialist, you hear about all kinds of scary things that can happen. I'm one of the most uneventful, boring cases there. Some people go through pregnancy healthy and normal with no worries or problems, and there's a big spectrum of what can happen. It really, really makes me grateful for my pregnancy "problems". I talked to doc about that, too. Sometimes I feel ridiculous for seeing a specialist and like I'm really no big deal. He reassured me that while it's pretty unlikely I'll go into labor in the next two weeks, my situation is concerning enough that he can't ignore it and that he's betting I'll go somewhere between 32-36 weeks.
I'm so grateful this appointment went so well and that the babe looks great, because I know so many other people don't get good news like that. It's a great reminder for me when I feel like shipping the girls off to grandma's house.
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