So yesterday sucked, plain and simple. For a day and a half, I had been having trouble breathing. This is not abnormal during pregnancy, I realize that, but what I found odd was that the baby has dropped, so one would assume she is now putting LESS pressure on my lungs. My books all said that breathing difficulties and heartburn issues should ease once the baby has dropped. So I called the OB's office, and was directed to go to Maternity to be monitored.
G had to take a day off from work, unpaid, to accompany me. I felt terrible about that, but we of course had no way to know how the day would turn out. We were hopeful we'd end up with a baby! I knew I wasn't in labor, but we figured if I couldn't breathe they might end up inducing or something. I took a backpack full of essentials with me just in case.
We took the usual transport - taxi followed by train followed by taxi, so it took a couple hours to get there. They hooked me up to the fetal monitor, and Luna was doing just fine. I had a panic moment at one point when the monitor suddenly stopped picking up her heartbeat - it would drop out completely, and would then come back very slow, like 75 beats per minute, and then jump to 150 beats per minute, then disappear again. I freaked and called the nurse, but it was just that the sensor wasn't settled on my belly well. She wasn't especially active during the monitoring, just a few kicks, but the nurse was like, "Wow, she's so active!" She has NO idea, LOL. I'd like to see her reaction when Luna really gets going!
They took my blood pressure and checked my oxygen levels, and pronounced both fine. The nurse told me the problem was simply that I was "breathing wrong." Which I took with a grain of salt, because first of all, why am I suddenly breathing differently than I usually do, and second of all, the breathing problems are the worst when I am asleep, and I don't have much control over how I breathe then.
After the monitoring, they sent me down to see my doctor, who just said what she always says, "Its because of the pregnancy." Duh. She did an ultrasound, and low and behold, Luna is back to measuring exactly on time (just over 7 pounds now, and about 19 inches long). So she is no longer suggesting early induction, though she did say we could schedule an induction for April 6th if we want to (the day after my due date). I wish she had never even mentioned the possibility of the baby coming early or inducing on the 30th, because it got my hopes up. Now my prison sentence has likely been extended by two more weeks. :( I'm telling you, she is never coming out, and I will be trapped in this house forever.
Needless to say, I was pretty depressed yesterday. G did his best to cheer me up, but I was determined to be miserable. I'm trying to do better today.
In happier news, my sister-in-law's sister had her baby yesterday, a healthy and beautiful little boy. I'm jealous as hell, since we had the same due date! :) But I am very happy for them, and can't wait to meet the new arrival!
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