Yeah, so it’s been over a month since my last appointment and the midwife who saw me was pissed about that. I was supposed to have been seen every 2 weeks since 28 weeks along but it’s been a regular 5 weeks between appointments ever since I started there at 12 weeks. I can’t help it - I had appointments for when the previous midwife decided I needed to have been seen… so it was the last midwife’s fault for the large gap in appointments and the ice storm which added another week to the wait. So I go in every single week now until Lowell is born. Most appointments will be on Wednesdays but there is a Friday in there somewhere with the head midwife.
Quick overcap - gained 6 pounds in 5 weeks for a grand total of 132 (which is, like, totally my goal weight for my height as a non-pregnant person, not for a 35 week pregnant woman, I should be in, like, the 150’s or higher but oh well) - blood pressure something like 110/60 which is, like, totally perfect. Fundal height is 33 cm, so, small for the time but he did flip head down and was pretty low in my pelvis which would affect that measurement so no concern over measuring small. Plus, those of you who know me or have seen me know it’s better for me to have a smallish baby rather than a huge one because I am just not big. Tall, okay, but big, I’m not. Lowell’s heartrate was in the 130’s but quickly jumped into the 160’s upon some nudging and poking by me and the midwife. The midwife laughed because we woke him up… you could pretty much tell the exact instant he woke up because the bumpa-bumpa noise sped up and he started moving.
So my goals are to gain 1-2 or more pounds per week which would put me close to what I weighed when James was born and to figure out what to do with coordinating family and friends’ offers of help. We’ve pretty much ruled out moving James to a toddler bed before the baby is born simply because the shipping on the toddler bed we’d get would take as long as we have left in this pregnancy so perhaps closer to 2 years old for James… I don’t mind having 2 in cribs… or diapers… or 2 under 2… they’re only little for so long that it really won’t last all that long. Shoot, in the blink of an eye I’ll have two hairy stinky teenagers to worry about… no need to flip out about them in diapers.