Today I had my old-fart test, otherwise known as a biophysical profile, and the baby looks fine, but my fluid level is slightly low. It's only slightly down at this point, so we don't know if it is just an anomaly or if maybe I have sprung a pinhole leak. We'll be keeping an eye on it, but it is worrisome, and I would be lying if I told you it didn't bother me. It does. While I feel like crap and want him out, I only want him out if he is ready to come out. I don't want another NICU baby. That said, if having a NICU baby is necessary, at least this time we won't be blindsided - we know the doctors, we know the routine, we know what to expect. It will still suck.
The doctor also did an internal - I am Fort Knox. Closed up tight and hard as a rock. So no sign the baby is coming on his own anytime soon.
So today I went and bought wee little diapers and slightly bigger wee little diapers and a "nest" for the baby to sleep in. We try to co-sleep in this house as long as it works for everyone involved; it didn't for Little Man, but the girls both co-slept for....a very long time. As in, they still come to visit frequently. That said everyone was in a cradle or bassinet for the first few months when they were teeny tiny (well, as much as 8 lb. babies can be considered tiny) and unable to move around much. So we are hoping that this nest, as I call it, will work for us well - it is a box, basically, that fits in the bed between mom and dad and it has rigid sides so the baby has his own space and mom and dad won't roll over on the baby. Which for us is crazy anyway, because in all the years of sleeping with our kids we've never rolled over on anyone, but ... you know. Rather safe than sorry and all that.
Regarding my last post, Trout lost one ballet slipper. I found it today, in plain sight on the floor next to one of our bathrooms. Between that and the tights and the fact that her book fair at school was this week and I got her a bunch of books, she owes me big. Think it's too much to hope that it'll buy me a few days of getting ready for school in the morning without strife? Yeah, probably.
And I fully intend to neglect to tell my MIL about my fluid levels if she calls. I already told BigDaddyFish to call her so I don't have to deal with her, and I am screening my calls as much as I can (somehow can't convince the kids to NOT answer the phone).
Sigh.
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