Ultrasound today

I hardly slept at all last night. I was so worried about what my ultrasound might show today or how my exam might go. Aside from having to wait a really long time everything was fine. My cervix was 3.6 cm which she said is just right for my dates. The sonographer just kept looking at Jake's head. I said that it really looked huge and told her how I look at the head of every baby I see and get a little nervous. She said, well, she thought his head looked a little huge too. His head is measuring at 38w2d. I actually didn't freak out when she said she was concerned. She just kept looking at everything in his head and said that everything is proportional and appropriate, just very big. She also kept carrying on about his cheeks because they are so chubby and how cute that is for a baby.

I passed the vag exam too. High and tight. Those are good words now that I hope will change, but give me four weeks or maybe more. (I'm sure I will be changing my mind). So my huge headed, chubby cheeked baby weighs in at 5lbs 12oz at 34w2ds. However with all the measurements they take and the fancy computer calculations he is measuring 35w5ds. That is still within normal, but getting to be on the bigger side. Well, I have told them all along that a little baby wasn't coming out of me. I'm am so relieved though. They did talk to me about the possibility of bed rest (or being told I was going on bed rest so I wouldn't be allowed to go to work). It was the nurse practitioner that I work with a lot that I saw today and she was really nice about it. She understands that I want to keep working and she knows how my boss is. She also told me about each of the doctor's philosophies on preterm labor and when they will try to stop it and not. I couldn't believe there was such a variation between them. She made a note on my chart that she said will be faxed over to L&D at our hospital that I really want labor stopped if it is before 37 weeks. It doesn't mean the doctor on call will in fact honor that, but it does help plead my case and let the nurses know what I want. Sometimes we can help persuade the doctors to go one way or another.

Anyway, I feel a ton better. At least I felt like all the people I dealt with believed me that I am actually having contractions and lots of them. I still think my doctor's crusty old nurse just thinks I am a crazy first time mom. Maybe I am, but my concerns need to be taken seriously. They were, and now we know that things are fine. On to my regular visit next week with the crusty old nurse. We will see what she has to say...