So I had my first (of several) non stress tests today. And since I hate typing out “non stress test” all the time, from now on they’ll be referred to as “NST”. Sound good? We all on the same page? I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Don’t make me come down there.
I dropped Liam off with Kile at work and headed downtown to my doctor’s office. It was strange going by myself. I don’t think I’ve parked in that parking garage by myself yet. Is that pathetic? I’m pretty sure it is. At any rate, I made it there on time and didn’t even have to sit in the waiting room too long before the nurse called me back. First off? Getting weighed. GAH. 2 pounds up from last time. How wrong is that? How much weight have I gained so far? I’m scared to ask. I haven’t been keeping track, of course. That would be far too depressing. Next it was the ol’ “pee in the cup” routine. Which, believe it or not, I have no trouble with. When I was pregnant with Harry, I had a heck of a time. Half the time I didn’t have to pee enough to put anything in the cup, the rest of the time I had a hard time actually getting anything IN the cup as opposed to ON my hand. Now? I’m a freakin’ expert. I attribute all those fertility and early pregnancy appointments I’ve had over the years. Let’s face it, I’ve had practice. So that? Was a piece of cake.
Then they took me into the NST room and got me set up on their cushy recliner (ooh la la) with the fun-fun monitors set up on my belly. It’s the height of fashion, I’m told. I took a (very blurry) cell phone picture so you all could see just how fashionable it is. I love how it coordinates with my lovely stretch marks there above my belly button. Ooh la la, indeed. Anyhow, this NST was different from the ones I had with Liam. There, they gave me a little button to press when I felt movement. This time? I just had to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. I sat in there for a good while, even. Shoot, I could have taken a nap. I totally should have taken a nap. It was very warm and very cozy. Maybe next time.
And Evie was SUCH a good girl for the NST too. I remember Liam was pretty stubborn and lazy with his NSTs and the nurse would often have to come in and poke at him. Not Evie. She kicked the monitor like a good little girl and had the appropriate heartrate accelerations. Her kicks were so strong that they regularly showed up on the contraction monitor. But no other contractions, thank goodness, which pleased my doctor quite a bit. She called Evie’s heartrate very “reactive” (which I keep wanting to replace with “radioactive”, but that’s something entirely different)(maybe SuperBaby?) and that’s what they like to see. So, you know, good news all around.
I go back next week for another round with the monitors and I also see my perinatologist on Tuesday so I’ll get an ultrasound too. I can find out if indeed this child is still breech (who are we kidding? She totally still is). I can also (hopefully) find out how big she is so far. I mean, I know it’s not written in stone that she’ll be a puny runt, but I can’t help but think there’s no way to avoid it. Anyhow.
So that’s what’s new with me and how my NST went. Thrilling, no? I knew you’d think so.
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Jaclyn 02.28.08 at 10:31 pm
Yes, thrilling! Glad to hear that Evie was a nice cooperative girl today.
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