As you know from the last update, we ended the 36th week in OB Triage at the hospital. A part of me was ready for the baby, but most of me is glad he stayed in.
My prenatal and NST appointment went off without any issues. Baby was looking superb on the NST and I no longer needed to be checked internally for movement (one benefit to a planned c-section).
The day after my appointment, we went out to dinner to celebrate Riley's birthday. It was a great night with both my family and Stu's fam. The birthday boy was quite happy. He chose Outback because one of his favorite things to chow down on is a well-cooked steak.
My next Non-Stress Test was scheduled for Riley's birthday. There was nothing non-stressy about it. I was on pins and needles, praying this appointment would go smoothly and nothing would ruin Riley's day. He did NOT want to share a birthday, and I did not want to be in the hospital on his. We passed! YAY! And I left the office without incident.
Bring on the LAST WEEK!
I'll be real with you. This makes me sad. I am writing about the last week of my pregnancy - the last week I will ever be pregnant. I had my tubes tied during my c-section... It still makes me sad to think about it. But I'll get to that later.
Week 38 was really quite busy. I had a normal NST and prenatal appointment at the beginning of the week. Stu went with me to this appointment.
Hubs snapped that gem and posted it to Insta and FB before I even knew he took it. Lucky for him, I love it. It's amazing how big my tummy is. I LOVE my pregnant belly. I love it.
For the final doctor's appointment, I was going to see the high risk doc, get an ultrasound and one last NST. It was going to be a long one. But I thought Reagan might want to go with me. She really enjoyed the ultrasounds.
Although the appointment took a while, Reagan and I had fun. She was a total trooper.
My c-section was scheduled for Thursday, 1/24. Originally, I was told to get to the hospital around 10:30am. But because I was insulin-dependent this time around, it was going to be dangerous to fast at home. The peri doc told me to arrive around 8-8:30am instead. She said I needed to be monitored at the hospital and given fluids until my scheduled surgery.
Okie dokie. It's getting real now.
For our last night as a fam of 4, we went to dinner at Outback. (Yes, we eat there often.) Then we chilled at home and made sure we were all packed up and ready to go.
I set an alarm to eat a snack around 11:30pm since I wasn't allowed anything after midnight.
And just like that, we woke up on week 39. Time to have a baby!
We woke up, the kids ate. Then we piled into the car and headed down to the hospital. My mom met us there. We kissed the kids, gave them tons of hugs, and sent them off with Grammie.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11 and my son Riley is 9. Baby 3 should arrive in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!