| Week 27 This week started with a doctor appointment and a trip to the State Fair. In that order. The doctor appointment went well. My blood pressure is up just slightly. Back to where it was when I delivered Matthew. Weight gain, another 3.5lbs. However, the nurse, sweetheart that she is, put down 3lbs instead of 4lbs. I would love to be able to not go past where I was when I delivered last November. That would mean a weight gain of about 30lbs from where I started this time. The doctor brought up the next ultrasound, which was my que to bring up the 4D ultrasound. This is where he was supposed to say "Of course, anything you'd like." and then he didn't. He said he would order the ultrasound so that I could have that one done, but that he did not think the insurance company would be willing to pay for it. Not sure that I care whether they pay for it or not, but I plan to check into it. We'll start non-stress tests with my next appointment. I've noticed that he really wants me to be feeling as good about this pregnancy as I did about the last one and yet I believe that he understands why I don't or can't or maybe just won't. Almond is growing wonderfully and I'm thrilled for that. I have the doppler now and use it every couple of days or so. Not as often as I had thought I would, but still regularly. The doctor said that was fine as well. He did write a prescription so that I could go in for a non-stress test any time there is a true concern about movement or lack-thereof. I think it surprised him a little that I had ended up at the hospital and had had one these done. We left for the State Fair immediately following the appointment and picking up my mom. It was a simply marvelous day. Parked at the same house we do every year and after returning to the car for the forgotten tickets, we managed to make it to the front gates. I love the fair. There is nothing quite like it. It's the same every year, yet different in unique and fascinating ways. This is the one event I look forward to all summer. We were enjoying ourselves so much that it was 5pm before we knew it. After that point, we started taking more breaks from walking. I found myself growing a little concerned that I was potentially over-exerting myself. Just about every bench and grassy area looked like a good place to rest for a moment or two. Isn't it funny how, it is only after you realize how long you've been walking, that everything starts to hurt? We'd been at the fair since maybe 9:30am and it wasn't until I found out that it was 5pm, that my legs and back really started to bother me. I think we all got to see everything we wanted to and eat everything we'd hoped to. All of us had the traditional Fudge Puppy (by far the most wonderful food at the fair), I had the traditional pronto pup, mom and I each had a vegi gyro and snacked on Dylan's maccaroni and cheese on a stick (which was surprisingly good). Mom and I also got the iced coffee, chocolate, whipped cream drink and Dylan and I had a piece of pizza. Dylan ate a bunch of Sweet Martha's cookies and mom and I shared a bloomin' onion. Not nearly as good as the ones at Outback, but it was okay for the time. Dylan also had his batch of french fries and something else I cannot for-the-life-of-me remember. We found some wonderful treasures, including these hair holder things made of fabric and hair combs that are wonderfully easy to use and look great regardless of hair length. Dylan and I also stopped by to pick up the annual pearl. Not sure what I'll ever do with them, but we have one for every year at the fair that Dylan and I have gone together and a couple that my mom and I picked out. The rest of the week was terribly busy at work. Since I had the late shift, I was able to have a little bit of down time late in the day. It was the end of the month and there was the usual pressure to enter it and ship it. Apparently August was not as strong as July had been. Thursday night I left a little bit early to have my nails done for Trish and Ryan's weddung. Jesse and I got a chance to talk for awhile. She is really a very sweet person. Friday I started on the gift for Trish and Ryan. I am making the start of a scrapbook. It starts with their shower and the girls night out and once I get the pictures back from the wedding, I will add those. It's a lot of work, but really makes me feel good to be able to give it to record all of that for them. The wedding was Saturday and Trish and I had lunch together, then got our hair done. The wedding and dinner went very smoothly. It was a relaxed atmosphere without the stress that can sometimes be associated with being a part of the wedding party. I love a good wedding. If the birth of a child is a sign of God's belief that the world should go on, then a wedding is a sign of the human hearts wish that the world should go on. Almond is growing and moving. I still have a sneaking suspicsion that this baby is breach and we shall find out in the near future whether I am right. There is just is not the pressure down low that I felt with Matthew. There is way too much movement at the very bottom of my abdomen and not enough kicking at the very top where Almond's feet would be if he/she were head down. Everyone tells me that baby's can turn until as late as 36 or 37 weeks and sometimes even later. I don't think this is likely to happen with little Almond, if in fact I am right. Part of me would really like to be right, simply because it would take the VBAC vs. repeat c/section decision right out of my hands. The doctor would never let me try to deliver a breach baby vaginally. Maybe Almond knows how conflicted I am about this and has decided to help out a little. On a different note, I've been thinking a lot about what one of the moderators said at the last Pregnancy After Loss meeting. The thoughts on cellular memory and this baby knowing Matthew even better than myself. This is sticking with me quite a bit because I worry so much about Almond ever feeling cheated. I had a nice talk with Amy earlier in the week and she said that she worries some about this as well, but thinks that because we are so concerned about this happening, that makes it less likely to occur. Is this the truth or just our way of making ourselves feel better? Kind of like believing that something won't occur even though you want it so bad, in order to make it less painful if it doesn't and that much more wonderful if it does. |