That's what I've felt like almost all day...beginning at shortly after 4 AM when Tatum burst into my room, poked me, and asked me if it was wake up time. When I told her no, she asked if she could snuggle with me, got into bed, snuggled, and promptly fell back asleep.
I didn't.
Not that it would have mattered too much, because my brain was doing crazy things to me in my sleep last night. Note to self: do NOT look up diagnoses on the internet before bedtime. And by the way,
'oligohydramnios' is the fancy word for the condition of low amniotic fluid.
AFI is the acronym for amniotic fluid index. A normal AFI is between 8-18 cm, 5-6 cm classifies you as oligohydramnios, and they use measurements from the four quadrants during the ultrasound to get the number. You know, in case you were wondering.
Crazy me, I dreamed about various scenarios related to Jacey and her AFI all night last night and was virtually convinced that I was going to go in for my ultrasound today and then head straight to the hospital.
Maniac, I tell you.
Maniac.
So immediately prior to going to sleep, I started writing all of the things that I could think of that I needed to get done at work, and some home-related items, before having Jacey. And I worked from that to-do list quite a bit today, but it still isn't all completed.
Maniac.
However, I went to the doctors for my check-up, passed my non-stress test with flying colors, and had a great ultrasound. Jacey was even trying to talk to us. Or swallow. Or something, while we watched her. And she's even lower now than she was earlier in the week, and without her starting to actually come out, I didn't realize that was even possible!
(In case you're wondering, her AFI was a little over 9 cm...so we're in the clear for her fluid levels right now!) She's measuring a whopping 6 pounds, 6 ounces at this point, and with three weeks and 2 days left to go (officially), she may end up being the biggest of our kiddos yet! If she decides to wait that long. Or if I decide to let her wait that long. The doc said he would be ok with inducing me late next week, but we're looking at quite a few conflicting logistics for that to actually occur next weekend....an ABS reunion Saturday, Aunt Boo coming
(I think it would be nice if she got to meet Jacey while she were here, but...), then we're
ALSO planning Kellen's birthday party for Sunday afternoon
(and we probably wouldn't be able to guarantee that we would be out of the hospital in time to actually make it to Kellen's birthday party, and I'm not really ok with that). In a perfect world, my plan would be to go in to get induced Thursday night, have her Friday morning, get released from the hospital on Saturday, then have Kellen's party on Sunday.
Did I mention that I'm in maniac mode over here??
Anyway, the weather wasn't really cooperating for Tatum to have her swim lesson tonight, so we headed to Target to pick up some odds and ends for Jacey instead. I had forgotten how quickly things add up when you're dealing with baby gear! Breastmilk storage bags, cream, pads, a bottle, extra nipples, etc....Craziness!
Tatum was being her usual chatterbox self, and I finally asked her to be quiet for just 5 minutes as we were checking out. How did the little toot respond, "How about 2 minutes, Mommy?"
The lady checking us out laughed, then (in all seriousness), looked at me, pointed to my belly, and asked if I was having another one. On the outside, I smiled, shook my head and said "Yes, another girl." On the inside I wanted so badly to look at her with the same level of seriousness on
my face and say, "I'm sorry, what do you mean? Why do you ask?" People, I'm way past the point of trying to ask in a nonchalant way. And if she
really didn't know I was pregnant, whoa buddy.....I look like I have a watermelon sticking straight out in front of me! She completely cracked me up!