The last visit to Dr. Fuentes was this morning.
Overall things went really well. Angelica measured approximately 6.6 pounds, so she's measuring right on target, if not a little bit ahead! She was in a funky position, which made things really difficult on the ultrasound tech, and resulted in a somewhat lower fluid level reading. The doctor was caught up in an emergency, but another tech came in and looked at it, and said that she thought the fluid looked fine, and the reading was probably off due to Angelica being in that funky position. So they sent me on my merry way.
At this point, I'll be glad for her to come at any time!! They talked a little about induction today, between 38-39 weeks, which anyone who knows me knows I'll fight to the ground unless they can give me a really good reason to have one. I want her to come on her own terms, naturally - but, if the alternatives are bad, I'll do whatever is best for her. I just don't want to be induced because someone "feels" that it's the right thing to do. Plus, if they'll let me go to 39 weeks, why NOT 40 weeks? Is 7 days going to make that much of a difference?
The ultrasound picture they gave us today was really good. You could really make out all her little facial features (except part of one of her eyes, because of her weird position there was a shadow over it). If the picture was any indication, she is definitely daddy's little girl.
Speaking of having the baby, we toured the hospital this past Sunday. It was really a lot of fun...I left afterward feeling like - okay, I know where to go now, let's have this baby already!! The set-up is really, really nice though - the labor and delivery rooms are absolutely private, and look like little hotel rooms. They apparently try to never separate mom and baby unless there's an emergency (and this was verified by the fact that they were totally booked in the recovery rooms, but the nursery was totally empty when we walked by!) And the recovery rooms are NICE...there's a pullout bed for Scott to sleep on, and a flat screen TV (like I'll be watching a lot of TV, though?) and a really big bathroom with a full shower in it. It looked like a little mini resort. Oh, and they have a concierge service. Crazy.
Last night, I was sure something was happening, too. I've been feeling rotten and just hoping this baby would come already...and around 9:30, I started having some pretty bad crampyness. So I watched the clock, and they weren't regular or anything, but they still hurt pretty bad. I thought maybe they were Braxton Hicks, so I got up and walked around, changed sides on the couch, did all the things that are "supposed" to make BH contractions go away, and they didn't. So I was getting pretty excited.
By 10:30, they stopped, and I haven't had another one since. Boo.
Anyway, that's all the news for now. I'm still feeling rotten and I want to go home and sleep, but there's work to be done!