OK, I would like some of my street cred back, please

So, after my little drama on Saturday/Sunday, I was feeling a little less than superwoman. I like to think of myself as a trooper, not even close to a whiner. I can usually roll with the punches with the best of them so I was surprised to find myself whimpering over a tight belly when the nurses and on-call OB told me that they weren't even real contractions and that my cervix was high and tight, blah, blah, blah. But this world of late pregnancy is a tough one and I was just accepting I was being a little more beat down by it than I would have predicted.

But haha, strange OB and nurses!!! I had my 35 week OB appointment this morning and my real OB checked me out and said I was 2cm dilated and that the baby was "way, way low down" and she would not be surprised to see me deliver within a week!!!! Holy shnickeys!!! That was NOT what I expected to hear!! She validated me by saying that she definitely thinks what I was experiencing over the weekend were real contractions because that's really the only way Bug's head would cram down that low. Ha! Victory is mine!! I have been walking around with a watermelon on my cervix and enduring it without whimper because I had been told "Oh, it's going to get so much worse."

My sanctimonious victory over the on-call OB and nurses was short-lived however, as the panic set in that this Bug could come basically ANY TIME! Yowza!! Like I stated earlier, my OB's best guess is in the next 1-2 weeks but that she's had women in the same state in the past who made it to 40 weeks. She wants me to take it as easy as possible for the next few weeks, because she'd obviously really like to get him to 37 weeks at least. No more weeding for me. And as soon as possible, we'll finalize the critical last pre-Bug steps like getting the car seat base installed and packing our hospital bag.

Other points of interest (this was a juicy OB appt!) was that the cut on my arm that wouldn't clot could be due to low platelet counts and I was sent off for some bloodwork. If it's borderline low, it could be treated with steroids, but if it's really low, it could require a transfusion and they would deliver asap. Yeah, I told you this one was juicy.  I have to imagine that it's not that bad because after giving blood, the injection site didn't continue to bleed, so I'm going to assume everything is good on this front.

Finally, beloved OB sent me off to an ultrasound because the baby was measuring small for his age. I pretty much knew that Bug was playing a trick on her, because this kid is huge and he only decided to flatten himself out for a joke as she was measuring. But I wasn't going to turn down a free u/s! But let me tell you - an ultrasound at this late stage is BORing! The babies are so big, you can't see the cute waving of limbs or swimming or anything. It's a tush here, a foot there, but nothing all on the same screen. If you're lucky, you can get a look at the face, but since Bug was so low - as the radiologist said, "absurdly low" - we couldn't even get that. But it was still fun to see his little heart beating away. Anyhoo, usually they can get a pretty accurate weight estimate by measuring the head, but because Bug was so (absurdly) low, he wasn't able to do that and instead had to measure the femur and a few other things. He told me to get dressed and he was going to crunch the numbers. He said the average weight for a 35-weeker is around 5.2lbs and we wanted Bug to be in the 20% percentile at least to not be concerned (I think the 20th percentile is @ 4lbs). Well, he does his measurements and comes back to tell me that Bug is coming out to be 6.9 lbs! Haha! And weep! If he's 6.9lbs by now, at 40 weeks he could easily be 12lbs!!! But I refuse to believe that the universe would be so cruel to me after all we've been through to get here, so I'm assuming that Bug is just long and lanky with a smaller head than these limbs would suggest.

Oh, and by the way, we still don't have a name!!!!!!