I caved this morning and gave in to my (not very) inner, neurotic-first-time-IVF-mum and went off to see my OB.
I didn't feel so bad once I heard a story about a patient who had phoned in and demanded an urgent appointment with her OB ... because she was tired. Hehe. I guess that everyone is different in what they accept as normal in pregnancy.
Anyway, back to me. Despite my confidence yesterday that all really was probably well, I had a niggly feeling that I really wanted to be sure of that before the weekend and Monday's NT scan. I had a very long night with my belly full of knives last night, eventually caving and taking painkillers this morning (I know that paracetamol is perfectly safe for No. 9, I do, I'd just rather grit my teeth if possible. But, I figure at some point my stress is going to negatively impact on kiddly, and that defeats the purpose of teeth-gritting), and there have been small bleeds on and off.
The scan showed two things, which explains a bit:
1. The placenta is right down the bottom of my uterus, over my cervix (incidentally, that's exactly where you don't want a placenta to be. Placentas should be 180 degrees in the opposite direction. Although doesn't become a serious concern until further on in the second trimester if it hasn't moved, it's still not thrilling to see it now)
2. Kiddly, fully breech for the moment, is using the placenta as a trampoline. While sucking it's thumb. Kiddly is a thumb-sucking, placenta-abusing, baby-bandit. (actually, my OB seemed less interested in my very bad placenta and more in working out whether kiddly was in fact sucking it's thumb, or it just had its hand smashed into it's face)
No. 9 did wave hello though to me and the OB (a bit of an improvement on mooning us, like it did last scan)... either that, or he/she punched me. I'm going to pretend it was a wave. Sooo cool.
Oh, and it looks like an alien and is about ... crap. 6cm? I think. I can't remember. Bad mummy.
(Andrew and Ruth - No.9's nose looked distinctly Johnsony)
7 comments:
OMG . . . bouncing is bad! amelia was sworn at by scan technician for not staying still long enuff to photograph. then, while i was in labour, a MIDWIFE called her a little shit because amelia evaded the heart monitor for an hour . . . no monitoring by machine was done that time, as the midwife spat the dummy, saying that: (and I quote verbatim) 'this baby is a little shit (:o ), and I am going to tell the specialist that there is absolutely nohing wrong with a baby that kicks that much' . . .
johnsony nose and all that action - woohoo, get all the rest you can now. hog that couch, cos it aint gonna be possible soon!
damn about the placenta, but early days so fingers etc crossed . . .
Exactly. There is a distinct lack of panic in this direction - I'm hoping that as my uterus grows it'll move one way or the other out of the way. Apparently it can do this, and obviously did in my case because 4 weeks ago it up was where it should be. Blardy gravity.
Isn't it amazing that something 6cm long can cause this much stress/heartache/heart attacks/more stress and joy???
Lets pretend it was a wave shall we?
THIRTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN WEEEEEEKKKKSSSSS and counting (this week sometime ) . . . .
now that calls for a celebration (did you ever notice that there is a 'brat' almost smack in the middle of that word???)
ooohm by criminy, just remembered that today is NT scan day . . . best of British and all that! Hope it goes perfectly well.
P.S. Tell number 9 we have a leetle pressie for herim - I will bring it to Nz when we visit the G.Parents.
Ooooo! pressies!! :-)
NT scan was yesterday, but you can blame the husband for having to wait a day for the update. I got home with my CD of photos, ready to type my little fingers off ... and he'd taken the blimmin computer to work!
Update to follow.
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