March 16, 2012 by Heather
Well hot diggity dang dog, thirty-two weeks. For some reason the first thing that comes into my head is that 4 times 8 equals 32. Dang multiplication tables. And I hate math, so I don’t even know why that was the first thought that came to mind. Hmm.
Let’s talk about Baby Watson.
We had a doctor appointment first thing this morning, and they did a really long ultrasound. I’m talking, like, close to an hour long. Our doctor in Colorado diagnosed me (or the baby?) with having a condition called Velamentous Cord Insertion. It is where the umbilical cord is attached to the placenta in the wrong place, and is attached by three veins, as opposed to being flush against it. It happens in 1% of pregnancies, so it’s fairly uncommon. Our doctor there told us that it can cause a low birth weight and that the act of going into labor can put a lot of stress on the baby and might cause the cord to rupture. He said that because of that, the baby might have to be taken via c-section as early as 35 weeks to avoid any chance of labor happening. We talked to a midwife about it also, and she made it sound terrifying. Almost like, don’t walk too fast or the umbilical cord will fall off. We learned that if there are complications from it they usually don’t start to show until the third trimester, which is why we’ve had an ultrasound at every appointment since learning about the VCI.
We were assigned to a high-risk OB doctor here in Little Rock, and she has been in the room for three ultrasounds now. According to her, everything is perfectly normal. She has yet to see anything that looks at all like an irregular cord insertion, which is pretty great. After our OB in Colorado explained it to us I freaked out, and then googled it which only made me freak out more. So hearing our new doctor (who is more experienced in this kind of thing) say that everything looks perfect is more than reassuring. She also has said that she sees no reason why I couldn’t have a normal, vaginal delivery. Let’s all say vaginal together. Ready…. “Vaginal.” What a nice word.
Today’s ultrasound was absolutely precious. Little dude is weighing in at a whopping 4 pounds and boy is he all over the place. Speaking of boy, he is oh so very proud of his teensy tiny genitals. He kept showing them to us, like, “Heeey yall, look at muh stuff!” Such a guy, right? At one point he waved at us, which was so cute. Or, rather, he moved his hand up and down and we took it has him saying hello, obviously. Both the ultrasound techs and our doctor kept commenting on how active he is, and I was like I KNOOOW! He is also head down, which explains why my bladder has been constantly feeling like it is about to explode.
We left with a nice stack of pictures. There are a few 4D views of his face, which is creepy even if it IS your own child, and it looks like he will have quite the set of lips on him. I just can’t wait to smooch ’em.
I had what I believe to be a few Braxton-Hicks contractions yesterday. When I told Andrew he was like, “Keep your cell phone with you at ALL times and don’t do anything strenuous.” Of course I spent the afternoon moving furniture around in the nursery and getting up and down in a chair to hang stuff. Don’t worry, they went away. And they are perfectly normal.
How I am feeling: veeeeeerrryyyy pregnant. And I know I still have a ways to go, so yeehaw to that. A gentleman at Chick-Fil-A this week looked at me and said, “Well it’s about time huh!” And I said, “Nooo, I still have two more months!” He just looked at me like, you’ve got to be kidding me. Haha…. oh dear.
New craving: homemade fruit smoothies. Get in my mouth, now. I’m not sure if it’s because it has been a lot warmer, or if it is just a new extension of my ongoing fruit craving, but man. They are yummy.
So, some photos of me at 32 weeks:
JUST KIDDING. For a recent belly shot, see yesterday’s post. But for now, let this balloon-bellied mama enjoy what she looked like at 8 weeks. And happy weekend!!