41 wks, 3 days
Yesterday was a bit of a roller-coaster!
I woke up early (6am, yo! who knew they made that time?), had a nice first breakfast, then went for a pre-2nd-breakfast walk! Totally what I should have been doing like every day - but was the first time I'd actually done it. Weather was nice and springy, lovely and calm morning walk. :)
Then DH made me a lovely omelette for second breakfast. I signed up for Twitter (HAH! I can't believe it! Email me if you want to follow me - warning, it will be mostly baby related, I am guessing).
Then 3rd acupuncture visit. Nice, but uneventful.
Then lunch and off to the ultrasound from hell. So, you'll have to excuse me, but this is where I am going to complain for a bit. Now, I've had a billion ultrasounds, it isn't a big deal. This was a new clinic downtown, but I thought - "hey, it'll be fun to take the streetcar!".
I had an appt at 2:45pm, and left early with loads of time. I got there at like 2:30pm, they said they were running late, no worries, I sat back and chillaxed and read news on the tablet. They had said to drink some fruit juice beforehand to make the baby move. Ok, so I had a cup of sour-sop juice at home, but when I got there I thought maybe I would need more, so I hurriedly bought a bought of "grapefruit cocktail" in the building.
Now naive little me actually did think, "maybe they are blending mango and grapefruit to make this 'cocktail'" (which would have been weird anyway, but I swear that thought dashed through my head). Harumph! Duh! No. I am normally a label reader, but I had to pee, so I just bought it and dashed upstairs to the ladies' room. As you know because you were not born yesterday, "cocktail" means "we added sugar/high fructose corn syrup".
I waited a while in the waiting room, still pleased. Then they took me to this changing room area. Like, this ultrasound place is SO BIG they have 6 changing little changing booths. Weird. And then it all turned pear-shaped. I was left sitting there in my gown-that-opens-at-the-back for like over half an hour! And I think by this time the juice was making me crazy. Too much sugar and I don't go well, I was actually feeling super nauseous and hot and sleepy. And pissed off. I really don't get pissed off very often. It's generally not in my wheel house. But I was pissed off.
When the ultrasound finally started, they didn't have anything to put under my knees. I was having a very bad back day - hard even to walk at times. I was less than impressed. And she used an ENORMOUS amount of gel on my tummy. Like, half a tube. You just don't need that much. The top of my pants were gooey and wet! What the hay!
And baby girl didn't like her, and didn't move right away for her. But I had felt her move not that long ago, and I knew her heartbeat was ok, I just heard her check it. But she was all "if your baby doesn't move soon, you have to go to the hospital". !!!!!! It was hard not to freak out, despite knowing baby was ok. I turned on my sides (as my back complained loudly), and Appleseed did finally move. Phew!
I left at >4:00pm. Bah! Lying on the table I had decided to take a cab home because I was so upset and still nauseous, but in the end I decided to be a trooper and take the streetcar home. Which ended up smelling like homeless people, and making me want to move to the suburbs. :(
I pulled out of my suckyness after some time to rest at home (plus lots of DH hugs), but MAN! What a day! Sorry for the rant! I still know I'm lucky everything is ok, it just seemed like too much yesterday.