At my OB check-up last month, the doctor measured my stomach and said I was measuring almost but not quite a week larger than my due date. And he said that was in the normal range and nothing to worry about.
But I knew that was going to change yesterday.
I was officially 31 weeks pregnant yesterday and as I laid back on the table for the nurse to get the baby's heartbeat, she exclaimed, "Your chart says your only 31 weeks pregnant?! Is that correct?"
"Yep. 31 weeks today."
"Oh my! You look much bigger than 31 weeks!"
And I feel much bigger than 31 weeks.
When the doctor came in to take my measurements, I measured a whopping 34 weeks!
I knew I was big, but, wow!
My super-size in due to all the amniotic fluid I'm retaining because of Rebecca's probably esophageal atresia and most likely not due to all the Girl Scout cookies I've been consuming. Although, I'm sure those are the sole reason my rear end and thighs look like they look! (I can't blame all of this on the baby.)
While I was in the office yesterday, we scheduled my C-section. April 10th is the big day, assuming I don't go into labor early thanks to all the extra amniotic fluid tricking my body into thinking it's time when it's really not.
Dan has two trips out of the country scheduled for March. We were trying to pin the doctor down on whether or not I would go early. Of course, they can't answer this.
With Peter, they finally had to induce me when I was a week past my due date and then because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck they ended up doing a C-section. With Sarah, I really wanted to try a VBAC so the doctor gave me until my due date to go into labor naturally. When that never happened, we scheduled a C-section. Based on this, the feeling is, perhaps, I will hold out until April 10th.
I hope that's the case because little Rebecca needs as long as she can in my belly. She's got a big fight when she gets out and I don't want her to come out until she reaches the 39 week mark!
And plus, I am becoming quite selfish with all of her kicks and punches. I want to keep enjoying those as long as possible.