Getting Chubby...

I realize I'M getting chubby (or just more pregnant), but apparently Benjamin is also beefing up. I had a doctors appointment today and they somehow determined that he weighs 4 pounds 13 ounces! He is in the 66% range for his age, which is still pretty good for the baby of a diabetic. He's supposed to gain about 1/2 pound a week until he's born, so my doctor told me that at 37 weeks if the baby's lungs are mature they will induce me either that day or the next, if I would like. If I've not all ready begun to dialate it may be more difficult to get things going when they try to induce me. If I choose to wait until 39 weeks that is fine too. I got the impression that 39 weeks is the longest they'll let me wait. Ben is about 1 week ahead of schedule so it's possible that one day in the end of May could be the big day!

Deliver me from L&D!

I went in yesterday for my non-stress test, which has been stressful pretty much every week. This week was no exception. Benjamin's heart was fine and so was my blood pressure, but I was having a lot of small, ineffective contractions (3 in 8 minutes!) so my doctor sent me to Labor and Delivery, just to be evaluated. Evaluated means poked and prodded by various uncomfortable means. My contractions continued, but I was not dialated at all. Apparently an infection was causing the contractions and I was given IV antibiotics. IVs are hard to accomplish in pregnant women and here's where the poking part of being evaluated comes in. By the time the 3rd nurse came in to try and find a vein I was sobbing. I was hurt and worried and hungry and tired. I felt really bad for the nurses and really really bad for myself. They finally got a vein and after the IV was finished I was free to go home with pills I take every 6 hours to relax my uterus so I don't have any more contractions. The pills relax ALL of me and make me really drowsy and a bit dizzy and weak, but it's better than being hooked up to an IV or having a very small, very sick little baby.