I've hit the last couple weeks of being pregnant. Since I have a section planned for March 28th I know I have 13 days or less till this baby is here.
It seems so far and so close.
And, I've hit the point of weekly ob appointments. I totally get the need for this. They check the baby's heartbeat and my growth (or shrinkage since I lost weight this week!) and all of that stuff. I get it. Important.
But, also annoying.
This week my doctor was away for March Break so I had a replacement ob. I did not like this woman. You have to understand that I love my ob. She's very calm and reassuring. She's youngish (maybe 35 or so) and easy going. Whenever I am panicky with questions, which is almost every appointment, she is very calm about it.
And then I got the replacement.
At almost 37 weeks, and uncomfortable, tired and achy it was not a good combo.
Let me paint the picture. I sit on the examining table waiting for the doctor (and I'm fully dressed). she comes in and asks me to lie down so she can measure my stomach. Normal. Fine. So as I'm lying there with her measuring me she picks up my chart and says "today is your GBS swab." Okay. If you know what it is, you know it's not a pleasant test. if you don't you can google it. But, the bottom line is, some doctors to the swab, others send you to the bathroom.
Apparently she does it herself because there I was lying down trying to be relaxed and she whipped down my pants. No warning. Just pulled down my pants. I totally jumped.
Hello. Dignity much?
And there I am, lying pantless, and she says "oh, do you want a sheet to cover up?"
so she swabs, and the next thing I know she says "While we've got you here, let's check that cervix."
And, before I know it, out comes the rubber glove, and without warning up she goes.
It was the weirdest appointment ever. And quick. I mean, I know we want to stay on schedule, but good lord, a minute would not kill you.
So, she finishes up and says "you're good to go." And then pulled my pants up for me!!!! I'm not 2. I can totally do that myself. So, as she's now dressing me I asked her what she had discovered during her tests.
She answered me. But, she may have been speaking a whole other language cause she said it so quickly and used words I'd never heard that I didn't know what she meant. So, I said "so ... am I dilated?"
Her answer was that she'd just explained that to me, but that she could tell that I'd already had a baby but that I hadn't dilated this pregnancy. And then she said "tough luck." WHAT?????
Thankfully my ob is back next week. As I was leaving the nurse came up to me and wished me a good week and whispered "don't worry, Dr. B is back next week."
For that I could not be more grateful.
I get the impression that this baby isn't coming out on her own.
So, the next week will be spent relaxing and not doing too much.