Last night, I had my first Braxton-Hicks contractions - or the first ones I'd noticed, anyway. And I had like a million of them overnight, interrupting my precious ZZZZs. I wondered whether I might be going into labor, but fortunately I already had an OB appointment today. She checked my cervix and didn't think I'd be going into labor imminently, but who knows. I do feel better (ie, no more BHs), but I also now feel extremely motivated to accomplish a great deal in the next few days in case he does decide to show up. I've been a little crampy lately, too - like light menstrual cramps.
I had gained one pound since last week. My blood pressure was 115 over 78, and the baby's heartrate ranged from 140-150. My fundal height was 35 weeks, continuing its constant two-weeks-behind approach. My group B strep test from last week was negative. While I was waiting for the OB to come back to check my cervix, I overheard a nurse asking her whether she'd told her son about the "new baby" yet. Sure enough, when she came back, I did detect a bump beneath those scrubs. I still feel a jolt of jealous hostility when I find out someone is pregnant - or, namely, when they are pregnant sans fertility treatments, as I'm sure this doctor is.
After a totally disgusting lunch in the hospital cafeteria (since all the cafeteria there offers is totally disgusting items), I had my neonatology consultation. They will check our little guy's chromosomes at birth to see if he still has t20 mosaicism. The doctor's opinion was that even if he does have some of those cells, the good cells will dominate and he will be normal. As for the clubfoot, the pediatric orthopedists will take a look at it early on and start casting it if necessary. All of this was reassuring. He did then add one more thing to my list of worries, however - because of the baby's breech presentation, he will have to be tested at two months for some congenital hip-dislocation thing. If he has it, the pediatric orthopedists will have to correct it somehow.
The weekend cannot get here soon enough. I'm pooped these days! Next week, I'll have another OB appointment, and also an anesthesiologist consult. I want the anesthesiologist to look at my weird spine (it sticks out in the lower back where most people's curves in) and also tell me whether there is any way that I can be prevented from barfing as the result of anesthesia. So far, the evidence suggests that I will barf no matter what. I've barfed from general anesthesia, twilight anesthesia, m0rphine, and perc0cet. Clearly, I have a very sensitive vagus nerve.