At my last doctor appointment, Ollie decided to be . . . . well, funny. I'm usually in and out of there in 15 minutes- little to no wait time, quick weight and urine sample, and then about 5 or 10 minutes with the doctor to hear his heartbeat and ask any questions I may have. This time, however, was very different, this time I didn't leave the office until nearly an hour after I walked in. Most everything was the same- little to no wait time, quick weight and urine sample, but then the visit went quite a bit longer than usual. Dr. Syal walked in with his doppler, asked me to lay back and lift my shirt up. He went to work trying to locate Ollie- which at this point is pretty easy since usually you can actually see where he is just by looking at my belly- and as soon as he found him, we heard a loud THUMP through the doppler. Ollie decided to show his foot instead of his heart, and not just once, but at least 10 more times. Finding the heartbeat was nearly impossible. Each time the doc would move the doppler, it would get kicked. He would push down on a part of my belly to try and manipulate the position Ollie was in, but to no avail- thump, thump. At one point, doc decided a new technique . . . put the doppler in one spot and wait for Ollie to come to him. I could feel my son move closer to it, and you guessed it, a big kick. Then I was asked to pull my pants down lower, roll on my side, etc. Fifteen minutes later, the doppler just kinda stopped working- and the doc confirmed it, saying, "well, let me go get another one since this one seems to be broken now." I was shocked! Are they really that sensitive?? Is my kid really that strong? Maybe my rib being bruised those few months ago was all Ollie's fault . . . Dr. Syal came back in with the new doppler and it was back to work again. Ten minutes, and ten kicks later, we finally were able to hear his very strong, healthy heartbeat. "This kid is definitely getting spanked when I deliver him!" was pronounced by the doc, and I couldn't help but laugh and think I'm in for a world of trouble with this little guy.
That was my 28 weeks appointment, and usually at this point, I'm supposed to start going every 2 weeks, but since Christmas and New Years are right in that 2-3 week time frame, doc wants me to come in a month . . . . at 32 weeks. It kinda freaks me out to wait that long since this is my first kid! I hadn't had braxton hicks yet and wondered if I would recognize them. I've also never really experienced period cramps, which I hear is what a real contraction feels like . . . would I recognize those? And now before you laugh at me, let me say I know people who didn't know either and went into labor, barely making it to the hospital to deliver their kid in an hour or two, so this isn't crazy talk! Seriously though . . . at this point, a baby could come any day, and it makes me nervous to think I have to wait a month before seeing the doctor again. There is some wonderful news in there though. The doctor wants to do another ultra sound, so we will get to see our baby boy again and I can't wait! I've been having so many dreams about him- holding him in my arms, staring at his face, counting his little toes and fingers. I'm ready to be a mom.
I've been doing really well with weight gain- a topic I've avoided since the first trimester. This was such a hard thing for me to work on. I had been told by my doctor that if I wanted a natural birth, I would need to gain 25-35 pounds, the less the better. From the very beginning, I was gaining weight fast and would cry many times thinking, there's no way I'm going to stay below that 35 pounds weight gain goal. However, right now, at 30 weeks, I am right around 20 pounds gained. All my quick gains at the beginning and middle finally slowed down, and honestly, I got tired of crying about it and figure . . . if I want to eat, I'll eat, and from what I hear, you never know how your body will shed it after birth no matter how much you gain. That was a comfort.
Waddling is my new walking style. Peeing every 10 minutes or so is back, and sleeping is getting more and more complicated. But I love feeling Ollie- with the exception of certain places he chooses to kick hard. My favorite thing is to place my hand on my belly and wait a few seconds for him fill up my palm. It's like he knows it's me, because he doesn't do it so quickly or at all for anyone else, and it is the sweetest thing ever.
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