Since I have a history of gestational diabetes (though I haven't had it this pregnancy or the last) and because I am Officially Old (obstetrically speaking), I had a sonogram today to check on the baby's growth. I also take a heart medication that can make for a small baby, so one of my doctors, but only one, is concerned about that, too. So in we went.
The baby, who moves so much he wakes me up at night (seriously, he moves constantly) was completely zonked out. Sound asleep. I had both orange juice and Sprite before the appointment, but they were running late, so by the time we got back to the room, he was out cold. Never had that before. We poked, we prodded. I had to sit up and drink a juice box of fruit punch (my other kids think that's hysterical) trying to get him to move. No dice. But the tech was patient, and finally she got what she was looking for.
32 weeks, 4 days, measuring 32/5, so good there
4 pounds 7 ounces, 58 percentile, looks good, but big!
Moving and breathing and doing what your average 32 weeker should
So there you go. I am doing fine, just your normal hormonal, cranky, impatient but don't-want-a-NICU-baby pregnant woman. But because of the Offically Old status, after a short two-week break, I get to go back every week for a biophysical profile, so I'll get to look at the sucker quite a few more times until he comes out. Some women would be glad about this, but to me it is just a pain, especially since the office I usually go to is right down the street from my house, but their sono machine is at the other office, so it is a pain in the ass to get to. Oh, well. At least if there's a problem we should be able to tell quickly.
Yesterday I had started writing this long post about how I am depressed lately (I am), but today as I read it I think it is whiny and self-indulgent, so I will simply relate the dreams I had:
Two nights ago, I dreamed I was at some sort of building, full of hundreds of rooms, and inside each room was some form of entertainment, everything you could imagine, from painting classes, to book discussions, to laser tag, to hard core porn. I kept walking along this dark corridor, opening the doors, looking for something, and each time looking at the entertainment and thinking “That's interesting” and then closing the door and moving on to the next room. I never found what I was looking for, and then I woke up.
Last night, I dreamed I was at a beach, living on the shore, and the surf was extremely rough, high waves and strong winds. I was walking along the edge of the water, and saw that a huge wave was about to overtake me. I turned and ran back to the shore, only to find waves coming the other way, from inland. I was washed away and thought for sure I was going to drown. I accepted it and felt the water wash over me, peace overwhelm me. I then “awoke” in the dream, realized I didn't drown and that not everything was destroyed (as it surely would have been if waves came from inland like that), and I walked, holding hands with my husband along a sandy shore, which had a zoo right there on the shore. There were no bars or cages or anything like that, just little areas with different animals, and as I was reaching out to pet a panda, DH woke me up by rubbing my arm so that I could roll over on my side.
Whaddaya make of those?
Both of your dreams are evidence of a deep seated psychosis, which can be cured with thrice daily laudanum. :-)
Actually, they're just evidence you're pregnant. It's baby sucking brain dream.
Posted by: Sigmund Fraud | September 21, 2006 at 02:50 PM