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thanateYesterday involved a couple things that turned suddenly from stressful ordeals into very easy projects. Turns out the old insurance company could easily look up what version of Tetanus booster the stupid clinic that couldn't call me back after three weeks and four messages left gave me (and it was the one with pertussis in, so I shall not have to be re-vaccinated at the hospital.) And the drill-bit eating plaster walls bow to the power of little brass self-tapping screws, which are entirely sufficient for hanging pictures & other light-duty wall-penetrating needs.
Today, I went off to the doctor ready to be all belligerent about *not* being that mom who chooses to have her baby born on valentine's day (which was her suggested date for scheduling an induction, as she's on call tomorrow) which was also totally unnecessary. She says she's required to tell me that going longer with GD means a greater risk of having a large-bodied baby which can result in shoulder damage, and I think I shocked her a little bit by explaining that my mother, from whom I inherited my skeletal proportions, is 5'1" and had no trouble with my 8-1/2 lb brother. I'm not too worried about my kid being potentially about that size by next week sometime; I have the hips for this kind of thing (and not so much for some of the other things I've wanted to do, so I might as well get some good out of them).
The other GD risk is that there's a statistically slightly higher chance of fetal mortality for going past term, and so they hooked me up to a monitor for a while to check and make sure the kid is still being properly healthy. Turns out that not only does she graph beautifully, but I was as of this morning apparently having contractions at 6 minute intervals and hadn't noticed yet. There've been some stronger ones since, but on the whole I suspect I'm still not really feeling most of what's going on with my stomach muscles (we have a bit of a distant relationship on the whole, due to an early alliance against those foolish people who think sit-ups are a good idea...) I could just barely tell, sitting still and watching the monitor, that yes there was something going on when it registered things.
In any case, we're finishing off what to put in the hospital go-bags and I may end up with a valentine's day baby after all. (Which I'm ok with, so long as it's babies happening when babies happen rather than my making a particular decision in the matter.)
We find that everyone else we know is far more excited on our behalf than either grauwulf or I are at the moment-- I think it's an emotional sustain thing. I mean, there's not much point in either of us freaking out at the moment; there's still stuff to do, and I think it would be awesome if we could manage to continue getting actual sleep at night until the kid actually makes her appearance. Oddly, I'm usually terrible about stress in limbo states, but I think this is sufficiently life-as-usual (and I'm home, with a nice long to-do list to poke at) that it isn't bothering me so far. Calm is probably a good parenting trait for as long as I can hang onto it.
Today, I went off to the doctor ready to be all belligerent about *not* being that mom who chooses to have her baby born on valentine's day (which was her suggested date for scheduling an induction, as she's on call tomorrow) which was also totally unnecessary. She says she's required to tell me that going longer with GD means a greater risk of having a large-bodied baby which can result in shoulder damage, and I think I shocked her a little bit by explaining that my mother, from whom I inherited my skeletal proportions, is 5'1" and had no trouble with my 8-1/2 lb brother. I'm not too worried about my kid being potentially about that size by next week sometime; I have the hips for this kind of thing (and not so much for some of the other things I've wanted to do, so I might as well get some good out of them).
The other GD risk is that there's a statistically slightly higher chance of fetal mortality for going past term, and so they hooked me up to a monitor for a while to check and make sure the kid is still being properly healthy. Turns out that not only does she graph beautifully, but I was as of this morning apparently having contractions at 6 minute intervals and hadn't noticed yet. There've been some stronger ones since, but on the whole I suspect I'm still not really feeling most of what's going on with my stomach muscles (we have a bit of a distant relationship on the whole, due to an early alliance against those foolish people who think sit-ups are a good idea...) I could just barely tell, sitting still and watching the monitor, that yes there was something going on when it registered things.
In any case, we're finishing off what to put in the hospital go-bags and I may end up with a valentine's day baby after all. (Which I'm ok with, so long as it's babies happening when babies happen rather than my making a particular decision in the matter.)
We find that everyone else we know is far more excited on our behalf than either grauwulf or I are at the moment-- I think it's an emotional sustain thing. I mean, there's not much point in either of us freaking out at the moment; there's still stuff to do, and I think it would be awesome if we could manage to continue getting actual sleep at night until the kid actually makes her appearance. Oddly, I'm usually terrible about stress in limbo states, but I think this is sufficiently life-as-usual (and I'm home, with a nice long to-do list to poke at) that it isn't bothering me so far. Calm is probably a good parenting trait for as long as I can hang onto it.
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Date: 2013-02-14 12:39 pm (UTC)Yes, keep that calm. It helps a hell of a lot in the first few years.
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Date: 2013-02-14 12:58 pm (UTC)