I got to visit my primary OB yesterday, which was a treat. She and her nurse are fabulous. Unfortunately, our schedules aren't really meshing this round and we haven't had too many appointments together. A part of me hopes that she'll deliver this little one, but, then again, if it were her or Dr. P. (who delivered Patrick), I'd be happy as a clam. They're happy, right?
As of yesterday, things are good. The baby looked great on the Non-Stress Test (NST), and the heart rate ranged from 135-170. Lots of movement, and 7 (non-painful and presumably non-productive) contractions measured in 25 minutes. S/he's dropped a little, which I kind of already knew. If I'm walking and get a contraction, the pressure is pretty remarkable. It feels much lower all of a sudden. One month to go, which seems very close and very far away at the same time.
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
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