Things have been going along pretty smoothly, and I'm well aware that all things considered, and I say this only while fiercely knocking on wood, I've been lucky to have a pretty run-of-the-mill pregnancy. Clinically boring, which is fine by me. But the pessimist in me has sort of been waiting for the shoe to drop. I'm a worry wart.
Here we are at 29 weeks. After a long day of work and in really bad lighting. But I did get a hair cut.
I had my regular appointment this week including the glucose screening. I went by myself because I thought it would be a fairly quick and uneventful appointment (weight/blood pressure/ measurement/ listen to galloping heartbeat) followed by a bit of knitting in the waiting room and then the blood draw. And well, it started as planned. However... When my doctor turned the doppler on she immediately found the babe's strong heartbeat, but it was quickly followed by a couple of odd sounds out of rhythm and then back to a regular beat, only a bit slower. Even my untrained ears could tell it didn't sound quite right. She reassured me but scheduled an immediate ultrasound. I called Rykert and asked him to get to the hospital, stat, so he could be there for the ultrasound. He made it just in time (one of the advantages to his work schedule and our proximity to the hospital).
And the verdict is... She still looks good. She's grown so much since our last ultrasound 10 weeks ago. And most importantly, her heart and other anatomy look absolutely fine. Also, she's still a she.
I think this pic looks exactly the same as 10 weeks ago. Exactly. And ultrasound images are all Greek to me.
They're not sure what the deal was, but think that it was probably just a normal occurrence that is nothing to worry about. But my regular doctor, a high risk OB and her resident, and the ultrasound tech all told me that everything looked fine. So I'm not worrying. Or at least I'm trying not to worry. Though, like I said, I'm a worrier so it's hard. I'll go back in a couple of weeks for another listen, and my doctor again reassured me that we will likely not hear the arrhythmia again. She was almost apologetic about putting me through the anxiety and another ultrasound, as if (a) I don't prefer life on the "safe side" and (b) we didn't enjoy getting another peek.
The ultrasound tech showed us the front of her face and we could see her eyelids and mouth, and the little bugger stuck her tongue out at us almost on cue. Her current estimated weight is about 2 pounds, give or take. She's still got a lot of cooking left to do.