One of those nights...

Just a little forewarning, I'm in a pitiful mood tonight. Ugh. I've got an update that I forgot to post last time about a little hiccup Baby G and I had last week. I've got some observations. I've got some serious complaints.

So last Tuesday, when I was 38 weeks and 1 day, I had my last ultrasound to measure my amniotic fluid levels and the baby's weight. His weight is finally evening out; by u/s estimation he was 7lb 1oz. And I was very excited that my amniotic fluid is finally normal! It was measuring at 12.5 cm at like, 10:30 am (it was 22 at my 34 weeks 4 days ultrasound). I also got my last 3d pics of the little fatty. His cheeks are unbelievable.

See? I'm not even joking! He even has a chin dimple!

So the hiccup came after my appointment. I went to Walmart with my granny and little brother and my 2 little cousins. We got some items I desperately needed in my casa, and some snacks that I decided would be delicious. When we got to my apartment at 12pm almost exactly, my brother and I got out and he ran ahead with my bags (he was sleeping over for a few days). I started across the grass to the sidewalk and got distracted for like, a millisecond getting my keys out. And BAM. I caught my foot on the stupid, awkward curb where the grass met the sidewalk. Longest second of my life. I tried to catch myself, but my momentum was too great. I landed on my knees first and realized I wasn't stopping. I tried to throw out my hands to stop myself and protect the belly, but belly won the race. I literally bounced on my stomach on the sidewalk before my hands could push me back up.

Of course, I did what any rational pregnant lady would do and started crying hysterically. I sat down on my butt and just cried. My brother ran down the stairs and was hugging me, which was really sweet. I felt bad for freaking him out but I couldn't stop crying. My granny couldn't see me and drove off. I tried to call her back but she didn't answer her phone. So I picked up the contents of my purse and stuffed them back in my bag--BY THE WAY while I was sitting there crying on the ground, some A-HOLE was walking on the adjacent sidewalk just staring at me. Seriously?? He didn't even ask if I was okay, he just went back to his apartment. News flash buddy, unhurt pregnant women don't sit on the ground crying with their purses contents scattered and holding their stomachs while a kid is trying to help them just for the heck of it. Jeez!-- and we went upstairs. I made a cup of tea and was lying down, per my mom's directions (I called her crying once my brother went to the bathroom and she calmed me down). I got in touch with my Dr's office and they called Dr K for me. She had them call me back and tell me to go straight to L&D for monitoring. So I called my granny again and she freaked out and was loading my cousins in the car to come get me before we even hung up.

L&D was uneventful in a good way. I ran into my doctor at the check-in desk and she ordered a Biophysical Profile Ultrasound followed by 4 HOURS of monitoring so they could make sure things were okay. My granny went home with the boys since they weren't allowed in L&D (it's flu season I guess), and my brother stayed with me. We watched Spongebob and napped a little bit. Then we got to go home.

Things have been good since then. Unfortunately that was the day that Baby G decided he didn't have enough room in there and that he was going to move less often from then on. So, I am now super hawk attentive whenever he DOES move so I can make sure he's okay. He's passing the kick counts though, which is good. I still get nervous when he sleeps too long though and therefore I end up poking him a lot until he wakes up and beats me up from the inside out for disturbing his sleep. I'm just glad we are both doing okay now.

Anywho, unfortunately my carpal tunnel has decided to act up in both my wrists-- I only have one brace-- so I'm going to cut this post short. I will pick up on the next post with my observations/whiny-self-pity.

Until then, here's a quote someone posted on a friends Facebook that I liked. And a belly photo for 39 weeks! Woot!

"A baby is always more trouble than you thought but also more wonderful,"