Don’t worry. I didn’t fall. This time.
We had another trip to L&D yesterday. I woke up yesterday to some bleeding. The little dude was clearly fine, and as soon as they hooked me up to the monitors, he became as active as he was the last time we were there. I was showing irritability again, but they weren’t that concerned because I don’t feel any different than I have for the past few weeks.
The doctor couldn’t tell from the internal where the bleeding was coming from (aside from my cervix), but my cervix is still closed. It’s now soft and definitely getting shorter, which is to be expected.
We then had an ultrasound to check everything else, which was all fine, except that I have some excess fluid. Oh, and my perfect little baby who was head down from 14 weeks on? Breech. Apparently he decided 33 weeks was a good time to flip the wrong way. It doesn’t matter because I’m having a c-section, but now I have to wonder how long he’s been like that, why he thinks my ribs are a helmet, and how long I’ve been poking him in the head thinking it was his butt.
He measured 5 pounds, 7 ounces on the ultrasound. Obviously that measurement could be way off, but dude. I was smaller than that when I was born. He turned and looked at us (well, not technically) during the ultrasound, then opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Dave and I both melted and started baby talking to the screen. We’re so in love with that little (big) dude.
So anyway, they sent me home after everything looked fine. I feel like total crap and still feel really crampy. I’m taking it very easy, but I can’t get comfortable. I know I don’t have much longer to go and I really want him to stay in there as long as possible, but holy crap this hurts. He can make as uncomfortable as he wants, though, as long as he’s nice and comfortable.