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Wednesday, July 18, 2007OOOO, Baby!I returned from a visit to my midwife a short while ago. It's never anything short of pleasant; unlike routine OB visits, there is no medical poking and prodding. In other words, no vaginal exams or any other unnecessary intervention. It is peaceful, noninvasive, and simply delightful. And I adore my midwife. I really do! So as Eric was preparing to listen to the heartbeat (Linda, my midwife, always hands him the Doppler and expects him to do it -- I love it!), I asked for some "bump identification" on the baby. Linda pressed a bit on the upper left: "That's a knee..." She palpated on the right: "That's her little rump..." And some more: "This is her back..." Then she felt way down low: "And here's her head!" My baby is WAY head down. No wonder I have to pee every fifteen minutes. (You think I'm exaggerating, don't you?) "I wouldn't be surprised if you went by thirty-seven weeks," Linda said. "I'd love to take your word for it," I said, "but I know better." "No, I'm serious. I think you'll go by thirty-seven weeks." Hello. I know perfectly well that it's impossible to know exactly when a baby will be born. But this woman was dead serious. Let's do the math. My estimated due date, according to my own, Top Secret Temperature Chart and Sexual Activity Information, is September 5th (possibly the 3rd or 4th). My estimated due date according to the Omniscient Ultrasound Lab Technician's measurements at seven weeks is September 10th. So Linda's "thirty-seven weeks" is more like my own "thirty-eight" weeks. And that's not cutting it quite so close. I mean, my friends have planned me a Baby Shower for August 12. My own "thirty-seven weeks" is August 14 or 15. Linda's "thirty-seven weeks" is August 20. And my own "thirty-eight" weeks is August 21 or 22. Ugh, forget it. I'm driving myself nuts. I'm just immensely glad that Sweet Baby Girl is already in such a perfect position for birth. She can go ahead and wait until September if she wants. September's a lovely month for a birthday. And August is a perfect month for baby showers and painting nurseries, so I'd better have a word with my feisty little fetus about her impending Birth Day. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to pee. Labels: pregnancy |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
Yay! Emma came at 37 weeks too!
She'll come when you least expect it.
I thought she seemed low. I think you are wise to not drive yourself nuts, you are SOOO wise. :o)
My mw swore that I would go at 38-39 weeks and my labor would be 'lightening fast' (her words). Well, he came around 43 weeks and was a 21 hour labor. lol!
Its like they are listening to us... and plotting... :o)
Every 15-minutes???
MrsWrite said to tell you that you win the pee wars...
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