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Sprout | Dr. Appointment



37 weeks 3 days



Tid-bit about this dress/top... it's from 8th grade.  I kept it thinking it's great material and might make a great top some day... I've worn it twice as a maternity top and I just love it. It's so comfy!

In other news..........

If you're friends with me on facebook, you already know that my appointment started off really great...

And by great, I mean, not the way I thought it would've.

I was 1/2 way undressed and ready to sit down when the nurse comes barging in.  She wanted to do my blood pressure and listen to the babies heartbeat before the dr. but thought I would be ready when I really was only ALMOST ready.  I sat down quickly, threw the paper drape over me and was ready.

Then she cranked up the table quickly to throw me back into a reclined position.  Little did I know that the table had a mind of it's own and I about fell off it.

Then, when she had me totally reclined, she yelled out, "Wow honey, you have some FAT ankles!!"  To which, I could only laugh and respond with, "Yes, yes they are fat."  She was a peach.

Then she used the baby heartbeat finder that didn't have the "reading" piece working, but we could hear it.  So that was at least the best part of the appointment.

Then the dr. came in to tell me that everything looked good on the ultrasound, she measured me and told me that I was measuring right at 36 weeks now and had nothing to worry about.

She also checked me and found out that I was a finger-tip dilated.  I'm not sure what that means exactly, but I was happy to hear about it.

Pregnancy hasn't been that bad for me and I really haven't had much to complain about.  As I head into these last few weeks and become "officially full term" I've learned that while I might have had it great through the other 37 weeks, these last few aren't going to be the same as the first.

I'm tired much more often, I snore much more than I ever had before, I get full quickly and then become nauseated with heartburn.  I don't sleep well, I pee a lot more often and through the night too.  I become dehydrated quickly and need water constantly.  I'm back to taking pepcid 2 times a day with tums, just to keep things down.  I burp a lot and have a lot of built up gas... Besides that, I'm doing alright.  I believe that this list of things is just a way for my body to prepare for labor and for our baby to arrive.

I'm anxious for his arrival and know that things will start to happen on their own.  It's just a matter of when he wants to make his move.

I do have my bag almost all packed for the hospital (except for a few things that I'm still using daily that I don't want to pack just yet).  S. still needs to do his bag, but that won't take much time at all.

S. installed a car seat base this weekend and it looks great!  Can't believe how close we're getting.

I cannot remember if I mentioned that we also we went to Babies R Us, last weekend, to basically close out our registry and buy everything that we could with gift cards to make sure we were prepared for Sprout's arrival.  The biggest things were the pack n play, the swing, the monitor set and wipes.  Seems silly to add wipes to that list, but we literally didn't have any in the house except for a little pack.  The pack n play will be sent to us and should arrive on Friday.  The swing we have in our house but haven't made the move to put it together just yet.  We'll probably knock that one out this weekend.

Other than that, we have some things to put up on the wall and then we're pretty much good to go.  I'm planning on posting a "nursery is done" post very soon, once we have it all together.  It's coming though.  Promise.


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