At my doctor's appointment this morning, we did the typical baby appointment stuff. Well, we tried.
The doctor measured my uterus then was trying to listen to baby Durb's heartbeat. Measuring went fine, but when it came to that heartbeat thing... yeah. She'd get it and he'd turn away. And he repeatedly kicked wherever she put the listening thingy on my belly. She used the word "stinker" in regards to his behavior. I was thinking something else. FINALLY, she got his heartbeat long enough to get a count {he still turned away, just not fast enough this time}. However, I had the sono goo ALL OVER ME at this point because she'd had to chase him around. And it was on my shirt! GAH! You little... stinker.
But... looks like little bit is head down already. Which is good because I watched a video where they tried flipping a breech baby from the outside. Didn't look fun. At all.
I don't have gestational diabetes, blood pressure looks good, and baby is growing well. On a whole other front, I have hemroids now. Yes, that's a lot of info, but I want the pain I'm enduring documented for when my children get older. So... yeah. Thanks tiny fetus! :/
Is this pregnancy junk over yet? I'm in single digit weeks since I'll be induced a week early {if we make it that far}. That seems doable. Maybe.
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