Where we are now

Since Friday I've been concerned that the babies haven't been as active as they should be. I could feel them move, but they weren't as vigorous as they usually are. By Sunday morning, I had enough so I called Dan at basketball and had him come home so we could go to labor & delivery instead. Long story short, everything was fine and as soon as the babies got on the monitor they starting fighting with each other and moving like crazy. What can I say. The one thing that did annoy me was that my OB's partner was on call and I never saw/met her. At one point she and my nurse were having a conversation in the room but the doctor was on the other side of the curtain from me. She never came over to introduce herself. Kind of annoyed me.


In other news, today I went to see Dr. Carter.

He did an internal exam (fun!) and I am 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced. This is a good thing as it means my body is doing what it should be doing. Of course, the first words out of my mouth were, "but this doesn't necessarily mean labor is imminent." When I was pregnant with Noah I started dilated and effacing at 36 weeks. And I kept dilating and he was born a week late. The moral of the story is that dilation does not equal imminent labor. My blood pressure was high but since I don't have any other symptoms of pre-eclampsia they're not too worried. I asked when they thought I would deliver I was told "maybe in the next week" but when I pressed further I was told that prediction is based partly on statistic. If there is ONE thing I learned with Noah is that babies come when THEY want to come, not the other way around. Dr. Carter said that they would check me again next week, do another internal exam, and see if that gets things going.

My mom thinks the girls are coming Friday because 8/8/08 would be a cool birthday because it's a lucky number in Chinese. I think someone is watching a little too much pre-Olympic coverage.

The one thing that did tick me off (a bit) was when Dr. Carter asked "if I was awake a night thinking about delivery still." More than likely it was an innocent comment, but to a hot, tired pregnant woman I didn't appreciate the insinuation. My body. My baby. I will worry if I want.


What I did express was my concern about someone other than him delivering me. Especially since I don't know the other doctors in the practice (and the one didn't introduce herself yesterday). I told him that labor and delivery is personal and invasive and I was uncomfortable about having a stranger do it. His idea of reassuring me was to tell me that one thing they have that he doesn't is experience since they've been practicing longer. . . .

I have a sharp tongue. And I had to BITE IT HARD since my first instinct was to say, "yes, but I didn't choose them, I chose YOU." Followed by, "you're not inspiring a lot of confidence in your abilities by bragging that they have more experience." But I wanted to be a lady so I didn't speak my mind (first time for everything).

Plus I decided that pissing off the person who may be sticking his hands inside of me and extracting two babies would not be a prudent idea. Again, I was hot. I am physically tired. And I had to pee for about the 30th time since lunch. My patience is pretty much non-existent.