“Wow! That is really spectacular,” the ultrasound technician said as she squirted cold blue gel on my belly. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s just so out there!”
“Really?” I asked, kind of sheepishly. “Ummm...have you been doing this a long time?”
“Yes,” she laughed, apologetically.
It’s not the first time we’ve heard this from an ultrasound technician upon glimpsing my belly. And seeing as how they spend their days looking at pregnant women’s bellies, I guess it’s safe to say that this is officially a ginormous one.
Right now, I’m thinking that it really is
pretty spectacular, though. Because after today’s ultrasound showed that my fluid levels are in the “normal” range for a second week in a row, and after I passed my second gestational diabetes screening
, and after the baby sailed through the past few non-stress tests with flying colors, this pregnancy is officially being declared “normal.”
Normal. It’s a word that normally
has such a boring connotation, but in this case, “normal” truly is extraordinary. If this pregnancy had taken place a few generations ago—before all this routine prenatal testing—I would have just assumed
that I was having a normal pregnancy all along. There were no outward signs of any problems, like there were when I was pregnant with Charlie
. But, this time, prenatal test after prenatal test threw us a curveball, making us worry and question the baby’s health along the way. Thankfully, each curveball has been knocked out of the park:
In just a few days, I’ll be at 37 weeks, at which point if I go into labor, I’ll have cleared the final hurdle to deliver at the birth center. (If I go into labor before 37 weeks, I’ll have to deliver at the hospital.)
I’m so thankful. Because, as I’ve been trying to tell myself all along, this all shows that the baby is doing just fine. And because with each hurdle along the way, I was told that I wouldn’t be able to deliver at the birth center if these issues hadn’t resolved themselves in time. It was really bumming me out to think of having
to deliver at the hospital this time, with the required IV in my arm, being forced to be monitored and checked throughout the whole labor, pushing in bed for the doctor’s convenience, not being allowed to eat or drink anything, not being allowed to stay in the water for the delivery if I choose to do so, etc. I’m so thankful that I can have the chance to do things differently this time around (knock on wood). If I can just make it ‘til Monday, then hopefully the only thing standing in the way of the delivery that I’m hoping for
will be… well, me.
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