Today was my two week prenatal appointment.
I'm getting tired of going to the doctor so much. I know it's necessary, but I'm beginning to feel like a regular fixture.
After my next appointment I'll be going every single week.
Anyway, I was horrified to learn I've gained 4 1/2 lbs. But that's total, so I'll have to deal with it.
My blood pressure is on the higher end of normal (for me) but Dr L isn't concerned. Baby's heart rate is in the high 150's and the results of my last ultrasound were excellent.
It was a really good appointment today, and he was very chatty. He answered my questions and we talked about my delivery. He said that at one of my next few appointments we'll talk about him doing a "stretch and sweep" to see if he can put me into labour.
I'd rather have my cushy induced labour with a side of epidural, thank you very much.
I will need another ultrasound, so I'll book that in the next few days. And due to new policy, I'll need to meet with an anaesthesiologist to discuss the risks of taking an epidural (It will be my fourth! Pretty sure I know!) and to go over some information in the event of an emergency c-section.
He's already said he won't let me go past my due date, and has hinted that I may even have the baby beforehand. Hey, I'm all on board for that, as long as it's safe for Baby.
And frankly, I'm d-o-n-e with pregnancy. I love my children dearly, and I love that my body can do this, but I am getting my butt kicked this time around.
So that's it. Baby is healthy, Mama is healthy. Less than six weeks until showtime.
I can't wait.