It’s crazy to think that, good outcome or bad, this pregnancy will be over in no more than 5 days. By the end of the week, I’ll be done being pregnant (again) for the foreseeable future. Some women say that they dread the last days of pregnancy because they don’t know when, or if, they will get the opportunity to do it again… not me, nosiree. Especially with the emotional stress of pregnancy after a full-term stillbirth, I cannot wait to have a break from carrying babies. I had a dream where I went for a nice, brisk fall run, and even in the dream I was just so darn happy about the freedom that dream-me wept a little.
I had a pretty great weekend, not going to lie. I decided to treat it as a last hurrah of sorts, and spent it shopping and hanging out with several people who are near and dear to me. I even went to the movies two days in a row (after not going once for… at least 8 months?) and a friend and I did a miniature maternity photo shoot, which was awesome to get done. The caveat, of course, was that my husband wasn’t able to make it, and it strikes me as a little odd that it’s a bunch of photos of just me… also, I felt some strange guilt at getting maternity photos this time when I never did any with Brock, but there’s really no getting around that.
On Sunday, I had my scheduled NST at the hospital in my hometown. It was a bit triggering, to be sure, since it was the same hospital that Brock was delivered at, and the same room where we had Brock’s last (live) NST (and then, two days later, found out he had passed). There was a particular cubby that I was worried about being put in because it was where both of those things happened, and where we were put when we had to call our families to break the news while we waited for a room. Fortunately, we were put in a different bed this time, which made things slightly more bearable. It still wasn’t pleasant to be back there.
Mercifully, the NST went very well. Nathan was very active throughout with a good, stable heartbeat and no decelerations. In 45 minutes, there were no incidents and very typical coverage – and, this time, we had the results reviewed and signed off on by a doctor, no second guessing here. The only surprise we had throughout the scan was when, at one point, the nurse who was looking after me informed me that I was having quite a few Braxton Hicks. I have very rarely ever noticed any contractions at all, but the monitor was picking them up once every 10 minutes or so, lasting 45 seconds to a minute each. I spent the rest of the time trying to pay more attention to what my body was doing and realized that I have been mistaking BH contractions for baby movements – usually, I’d just mistaken them for him stretching or moving slightly and pushing against my belly when, in reality, it’s the opposite (my belly shrinking and contracting around him). It was also easier to notice them on the monitor because his heartrate would typically accelerate a little whenever I had one. I’ve become more aware of them since and continued to have quite a few last night… though I’m pretty sure they’re not doing much of anything, so I’m not too worried about it (not to mention that, with an induction date looming, it would actually be ideal if they were doing something).
Anyway, now I’m just counting down the hours until my next OB appointment, which might very well be my last. If things don’t go well, I might be admitted that day. If things do go well, my appointment on Friday might be cancelled, which would just leave us needing to go in for our induction on Saturday morning. Either way, we’re very much in the home stretch, and I should probably be working to finish setting up the nursery instead of writing! I could write so much about how nervous/anxious I am that I will be admitted tomorrow to have my baby, and how I feel completely unprepared for how inevitably emotional this will be, but neither of us has time for that. 😉 If all goes well tomorrow and I get sent back home, I’m sure I’ll find time to ramble about it between then and Saturday.