Contractions are much more regular and much more intense. I can't call them "painful" but I am very uncomfortable. Can't get comfortable when I sleep and am not able to sleep through them.
Today I had the MRI. Well I guess yesterday technically. It's 2:30 am 3/18. I had the MRI in Orlando at 1pm 3/17. My mom was gracious enough to go with me to FL hospital. I was totally out of my element and felt very awkward which resulted in a crappy attitude and meanness towards her. I had to apologize a lot for snapping. I've had 2 other MRI's in the past but this one really wore out my nerves. Oliver was really active for most of it and being in the tube made me feel claustrophobic for one of the very few times in my life. I just closed my eyes and focused on breathing. Well... Breathing and apologizing to the baby for all the loud noise he was having to endure. An MRI can't hurt a baby but I'm sure he wasn't loving all the wild noises. I had about 4-5 solid contractions with period like cramping during the MRI. It made me so nervous that I was going into labor there. Don't get me wrong FL hospital is beautiful and puts LRMC to shame visually but as soon as we were done I was ready to jump out of my skin! I needed my husband and Lakeland and I needed them right now! It was not a fun feeling. I was in one of those mental places where literally everything my poor mom said pissed me off and made me even more unnerved. Hence all the apologizing. Mom drove us home which I know she was apprehensive to do but she did a great job on I-4 in pouring down rain with me and my crap attitude.
I regretted signing up for the MRI. I knew when the doctor said it was an option that I didn't need it but had that feeling that I may always wonder if I didn't do it and let that fear make the decision. My instinct said to not sweat it further. I didn't listen. It wasn't the wrong decision I realize that of course. It just most likely was completely un-necessary stress that I added to our plate. We didn't get results today. I didn't expect to and I imagine I won't hear anything until next week by Dr. Garas or Dr. Al-malt. If I'm still pregnant (which I highly doubt given that I've had 3 contractions since I started writing this) I'll see Garas Monday and the I have my follow up with Al-Malt Wednesday afternoon. I don't think I'll get any feedback about the MRI this week b/c Garas is out of the office.
I see Dr. Mammal tomorrow and do an ultrasound and nst then Dr. Wilson Thursday for an nst. I don't think I'm making it to Thursday. I have been anxiously awaiting tomorrow's appointment. I have a feeling that it will show that I am indeed in early labor and this show is getting ready to start. The appointment is at 10. I may get there early as Mammal tends to run on time (as opposed to dreamboat Garas).
Oliver is getting big. I have been mainly sleeping and resting on my left side. The left puts less strain on mom's ticker and evidently allows more blood flow to the uterus. Laying on the right does the opposite and puts a lot of pressure on the liver. Oliver has moved to the left side of the uterus (remember the first 33 weeks he didn't dare venture away from his beloved right side) which is exactly where a baby should be ideally for the easiest labor. I started doing some exercises to get him to move to the left and sure enough they worked and he's stayed put for the most part. I don't think he's able to get back to the right now that he's so big. His butt is pushing my left ribs super hard which is making laying on my left side super uncomfortable. I've been having to switch from my left to my back (inclined on a million pillows to prevent acid) but my back has started to play a role in the contractions. As I type this he is just dancing as hard as he can in his cramped quarters. Feet tap dancing on my right ribs hands both swirling about. I think that's about all he can move easily at this point. He holds still now for the most part when I'm having a contraction. When they weren't as intense he would fight back. Now I can picture him looking around in there wondering why the hell the walls are caving in and praying it'll be over soon!
I have loved 98% of pregnancy. I will miss most of it. I am so glad that this uncomfortable part is at the end because I do not want to get pregnant again immediately. Chad is thankful for that as well! 4 weeks ago I could have been pregnant forever and he was a bit nervous that I'd be chomping at the bit for #2. No chomping here. Though pregnancy is one of the very most incredible experiences I've ever had and though I will most definitely want to do it again, my desire to be pregnant is sated for a while. The end of pregnancy is full of hormones, fears, emotions, impatience and an overwhelming happiness. I can't take all the conflicting feelings and am ready to get this underway. Chad said it perfectly the day we had the growth scan and were told about Ollie's huge noggin. He said he just wanted all of us to be home. We were sitting at home on the couch together but since Oliver is still inside me I can totally see how he's not home yet from Chad's perspective. I couldn't agree with him more. We are ready to "go get" our baby. It's safe here. It's not clinical or mysterious. It's home and we are ready for our Oliver to be a part of our safe place.
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