A banner day at the ob's office: intake of yucky glucose drink on empty stomach at 8:30 a.m. followed by an ultrasound, which because of position (me, lying on my back, not baby who is still breech presentation) made me want to vomit, and then, finally, a quick (surprise) visit with the doctor. I was actually at work a few minutes later than my usual arrival. Go figure.
The stats look like this:
*I fully expect to fail the simple glucose test -- because I did with Annabel -- and will be required to take the three-hour tolerance version.
*Thing 2 is measuring right at 29 weeks, weighing in at 2 pounds six ounces. The doctor says that's solidly in the 50th percentile. He's happily swimming around and poking me in the left side with his feet, not caring at all about the numbers game we're playing out here.
*Also, with 10 weeks left to go, I am officially one pound away from attaining the total weight gain I had with Annabel.
*The rash has now been conclusively determined to be PUPPPS. So that means it's here for the remainder of the pregnancy and might even get worse.
*AND .... (imagine drumroll here) Thing 2 has a tentative potential birthdate. ... Although not set in stone, it looks like the surgery schedule for the c-section will be June 18 or 19th ... two weeks before the due date.
I can't believe it's only two months away. Where did the time go?