6lbs 14 oz!

We went to the doctor (again) yesterday. It is funny because I have to go so often they usually don't have any appointment times open for me, so I get to "pick" a time, then sit and wait (usually an hour) before I actually get in. I have been on biweekly appointments, until last week when we started going weekly. Yesterday was one of the most exciting appointments though. She scared us at first by saying that I was 2cm and 75% effaced, but wasn't sure if what she was feeling was Peanut's head. She also concluded that with the side effects that I was having from the Terbutaline and the fact that I was continuing to dilate, I could stop that medicine. So of course, I start crying, thinking that Peanut will be born with a low birth weight and health problems. Our doctor decided to do an ultra sound to see the positioning of the baby and to check his weight. He is head down (off to the side a little) and weighs 6 lbs 14oz! A lot of people think my date was off, but all along his measurements have shown his due date of Feb 13. It just seems that he has really put the pedal to the metal on growing this last month! Everything else looks good too, the placenta and the amniotic fluid look good. I know Jason will kill me for this, but I have been worried about it ever since Jason told me about an article he read on how drinking bottled water leads to undescended testicles in babies (I used to drink a lot of bottled water). The doctor confirmed that his family jewels are in place! Jason, you should have never told me about that article!

So, what does this mean? It means that she would still like me to carry him as long as possible (read: continue bedrest) but that we are taking it a day at a time. My contractions continue - every 7 minutes or so, but no other signs of labor right now. It could be a week, it could be tomorrow.

My doctor has this great way of scaring me in a different way at each appointment. This time, she wants to make sure that I really count his movements and get to the hospital if it slows down at all. So, last night, in the middle of a very restless night, Faith wakes me up by nudging me, then she goes and lays down. At first I think nothing of it, then, as I am laying there in hip searing pain, I start to time my contractions. While they were coming fast, they weren't painful or regular. So, I, always thinking that Faith and I are telepathically linked, start thinking "the baby isn't moving, maybe Faith could sense something is wrong and is saving the day." I get up, move around, eat a yogurt, lay in his favorite position (on the couch!) and he starts moving as usual. It is 3 am and Jason comes out to the living room, "Faith was whining, does she have to go out?" So I tell him my theory, which has just been disproven by movement. He doesn't reply to that and goes back to bed. I let Faith out, and of course, that is what she was really trying to tell me, "let me out." Moral of the story, I give Faith too much credit!