Bigger than a Bread Box??

So, my favorite quote from the doctor’s appointment yesterday:

“So….You’re not having a **small**  baby.”

Ray and I laughed.  Out loud.  A lot.

Yesterday was a meeting with the back up doc, Dr. O.  He was lovely.  Very relaxed demeanor, very friendly, very much someone I trusted.  I still like my doc a whole, whole, whole lot, but it is a relief to find the back up to be a good option as well. 

We talked about the diabetes and the timeline for the next two and a half weeks.  He said that usually they’ll do an induction around 39 weeks for GD patients to make sure the lungs are healthy and the baby isn’t too big.  Ok, not a big deal.  He also talked some about the complications of induction (like the need to switch to a c-section) and some of the issues with big babies (like little linebacker shoulders that can get stuck).  All things we knew, all things we were prepared to hear.

Then he went to check the baby’s position.  I reclined on the table, tugged my shirt up and shrugged my big elastic belly panel down and he started to poke and prod to find the little one.  He found the butt pretty quickly…and his eyes got a little big.  And then he felt down the spine to the head.  His eyes got a bit bigger.  It was clear that little Pinchy isn’t feeling so little from the outside.  He made the comment about him not being small, but then followed it up with “so…with a c-section….”  Meh.  We’ll see what Dr. D says on Wednesday.  We have another ultrasound scheduled prior to the appointment to get some other size estimates.  I imagine Mr. Pinchy will be here prior to his projected October 27th arrival. 

I’m feeling OK, but not my best.  Nausea is back big time, sending me running for the nearest plumbing vessel at the merest indication I’m thinking of eating.  The bad part is that I can’t really turn to cereal, my savior in the first three months. And I can’t eat much at one time anyway.  No room.  Achy, especially in the hips and feet and hands.  Contractions all the time…mostly just Braxton Hicks, but I’ll still get the ones from my lower back that rear up and then fade away. Those take my breath away.  Baby feels lower and I’m peeing every hour on the hour, day and night.  But I think he’s just stretching out, too, since I feel his little feet pushing up under my ribs. 

In the meantime, getting caught up on the laundry and getting some good quality sleep are my highest priorities.  I need to pack my hospital bag and set up the pack and play in the bedroom.  Ray has a few little pieces of furniture to paint.  I’m hoping to make it to the grocery store for supplies for upcoming visitors. ”Casablanca” and “To have and have not” are at the Normal this weekend, so I’m planning to see those.  It should be a full, but relaxed weekend.  I feel like it’s the last one, so I have to be careful not to let myself get caught up in to do lists.  I need to rest right now.  To put my feet up and knit.  To take many, many, many baths.   

Soon, everyone…very soon!