So I went in for my follow up ultrasound yesterday (following up the one I had before Christmas to make sure the baby wasn't too small). Everything was going well, the ultrasound tech was smiling, and nodding, and saying "Oh it looks good. Very good....and now I want you to go straight upstairs to Labour and Delivery."
To which I actually replied, "Are you for real?"
I mean I hasn't has any contractions yet. I was planning to go shopping with my sister. The last ultrasound said everything was fine. He had just said "very good".
I am very proud to say that I remained quite calm. I called my midwife and headed up to Labour and Delivery with my sister. My biggest concern in the moment was that I really had to go to the washroom because I had to drink sooooo much water for the actual ultrasound.
Fast forward 4.5 hours later............
I was hooked up to a fetal monitor for a non-stress test. My midwife showed up about 2 hours after I called her. My sister was only able to find a Tim Horton's that sold croissants and doughnuts- hence my all carb lunch. I had a crazy, giddy giggle-fest in the Labour and Delivery Triage with my sister and discovered that this causes the baby's heartbeat to race. I had walked the hallway of the Labour and Delivery about 100 times.
The outcome? In the 2 weeks since my last ultrasound my amniotic fluid level had dropped from 11.2 to 4.9 which apparently is not so good. However, everything else was normal or even great with the baby. Heartbeat? Good. Size? Good. Whatever else they look at? Good.
I was given the option of being induced last night, or going home resting up and coming back on Friday for another ultrasound. Both the midwife and the OB on call recommended to go home and come back on Friday.....which is why I am here at home posting this for all of you and not giving birth to a baby.
I must say the last weeks of my pregnancy have been the most exciting/worrisome of all. The plan at the moment is to see what the ultrasound on Friday turns up. If the amniotic fluid does go back up at that point then I will be induced at some point on the weekend. So good news should be coming sooner rather than later.
Today I am just sitting here at home counting kicks every 2 hours, helping my sister finish her wedding invitations and making a surprise 30th birthday present for my husband (wait till you see it!) and attempting to send good vibes towards the baby and the amniotic fluid. Maybe I should just drink as much water as I can all day?