I loved the band Scorpions back in the day, so I really wanted an excuse to use one of their song titles as a lead in for one of my posts. Check that off the list.
Today’s topic: change. There is something really weird going on today. My vision is off. Not in the theoretical sense either — literally. I have both contacts in. So far as I can tell they are in the right eyes. I swapped them just to make sure and it didn’t get any better. But, my vision is really blurry up close and it just got this way simply overnight. I am not sure what the hell is going on. I am not sure if it was imagination or not but when I went to the restroom at the doctor’s office this morning, my pupils seemed small too. Changing eyesight is a side effect of pregnancy. I chalked it up to the bright flourescent lights in the restroom. I am going to give it 24 hours and see what happens.
That aside, my eyes aren’t the only thing changing. Today was Biz e-Baby3’s growth update. Ultrasound scans estimated the baby’s weight at 4 lbs 9 oz. now, which made me very excited! Whoo hooo, we are out of the 3lb zone. What’s better is that my fluid levels had also increased 2 cm. (I have been drinking the equivalent of a bathtub of water each day, so that may have attributed to the uptick.) When the perinatalogist came in to consult with me after the sonogram, I was all smiles. That is, until she rained a little shower on my parade by telling me the overall size of the baby in percentile had decreased from 17 to 10 percent, signifying SGA (again). She started her sentence by saying, “Well, I am not going to recommend that we deliver you today, but….”
So the plan is to keep doing what we are doing and going for tests every three days. No change there.
Following my visit to the perinatalogist, I went upstairs to my OBGYN for my twice-weekly NST. The baby passed with flying colors and was actually quite wild today on the monitor with lots of activity. For that, we were all pleased, but the winds of change have definitely been blowing since I hit the 34 week mark. Instead of the doctor conversations focusing on keeping the baby in the womb as long as possible, the dialog has become more centered around whether or not I will last 39 weeks. Today, my OBGYN told me (and I quote), “We knew you were going to have a c-section at 39 weeks – if you made it that long. Now that you have hit 36 weeks, we are in good shape. If we could get you to 37 –which is term—that would be even better. After that, it’s all gravy.”
Interesting gravy analogy for my Thanksgiving-timed baby. I don’t even like gravy.
Now it’s just a matter of time to see if Biz e-Baby3 will hold out until my surgery date of November 28, 2011 or if he/she will change the game plan.
