22nd
day 3 & counting.
day three at the hospital is almost over. without a doubt one of the most boring and uncomfortable times in my life. my mom keeps saying, “this baby obviously wants to be with you..” which is sweet in nature but oh man, i don’t think i will have any other children after this.
not knowing i was pregnant till i was 4 months… then ending up in the hospital four months later because he’s all ready to come out?! damn, son. literally, damn. he’s in a rush to make some sort of impact on my life and this world. and he’s made me a nervous wreck in the meantime.
a quick update on his cooking:
clearly, he’s still in there. the whole water breaking/leaking has become less. i seem to be keeping it in there, he has about 50% of his fluid left. but i suppose sitting and laying around 24/7 will stop anything from leaking out. [ew, kinda gross, my apologies] he weighs 4.5 pounds which is on the bigger side of babies at almost 33 weeks. and he seems to be inflating his diaphragm really well on his own. so in another day or two i will be getting another ultrasound to check his weight and fluids again. at this point in a pregnancy, for those who don’t know.. the babes gain about half a pound a week. so they want to make sure he’s still plumping up with the little room he’s got in there. so, still sitting and waiting.. waiting.. waiting. the perinatologist [in the womb high risk baby doctor] says that 90% of women who’s water breaks prematurly delivers in a week. so a week would put me at saturday. its tuesday night..
basically, this is really nerve wrecking. not so stressful since i really just sit around and wait all day.. but it’s just hard to not be able to know what’s really going to happen, or when. i shall survive. on top of it all.. i’m not allowed to shower.. i have these ted leggings on from toe to thigh to prevent embolisms- they are so tight and ridiculous. then i have to wear these monitors on my belly with this girdle like thing to hold them on.. and today they finally allowed me a commode, instead of a bed pan. [gross again, my bad] ugh. oh man, i am just complaining at this point. i know it’s all for the good of my lil man, but i’ll tell you when he’s 13 and acting like a weenus, i’m going to hold this shit over his head. seriously. he won’t ever forget what i went through.
we will see what tomorrow brings.
