I've been to the doctor's office three times this week; here's a little synopsis of the three appointments.
Monday was the LONGEST appointment I have had. Little Bean was hyper and wanted to move during the non-stress test. This is both good and bad. Good because the doctor wants to see him move - bad because the monitor lost his heartbeat everytime he shifted. So I sat reclined in the chair for 1 1/2 hours. Not surprisingly, since breathing in a reclined chair is not an easy feat these days, my blood pressure was through the roof at the end of this visit.
Thursday, fortunately, was the quickest non-stress test we've had. Little Bean was still moving around, but the technology was cooperating this time. Halleluia! Doc said things looked great.
Friday we went to see the specialist that is in charge of monitoring my extra thick, sticky blood. During the ultrasound we got to see Bean's little face complete with a large bottom lip that I am convinced he inherited from his father and some little cheeks that I can't wait to kiss. At almost 35 weeks he's measuring 6lb 14oz. Here's where the mixed emotions come into play. My first thought: thank goodness he's growing despite the abnormalities in my blood. My second thought: I would REALLY prefer NOT to deliver a 9lb baby. The specialist is also a little concerned about his size. He told me to lay off concentrated sugars like candy, juice, and white grains. So, of course, what do I now crave? Orange juice, rice, sugary cereal, and one of my absolute favorites, frostys. I will have to dig really, really deep for some will power over the next few weeks.
