In addition to it being amazingly uncomfortable due to heat, humidity and a full term pregnancy; the last few days have been also filled with anxiety. There is of course the normal end of pregnancy "OHMYGODIHAVE TO DELIVERTHEBABY but IHAVENOIDEAHOWTODOIT! daily freak out. Then there is the added anxiety of finding out Friday afternoon that I need to have an ultrasound. The midwife wants to make sure that the baby has enough amniotic fluid.
Even though I am measuring where I should be, I haven't gained any real weight since the mid-late May. Even though the baby's heart rate sounds great on the Doppler monitor in the office, they want to make sure. Make sure that everything is okay. She says the baby is a little small for this point in gestation, but they are guessing at the baby's weight from the outside, so it is not terribly accurate and I am trying not to focus on it.
While she says that she thinks everything will be fine and that is just a precautionary measure, I am not at ease. I paced the floors last night when I should have been sleeping. I did Internet research which basically only serves as fuel to paranoia. I have tried to distract myself with random activities but I think at this point, I need to hear that it is going to be okay and I desperately need to meet Baby Girl Milette.
It seems like my efforts with the iron supplement are making a small difference as my iron levels did go up slightly. So that is some good news.
The ultra sound is later this afternoon. I need to stay busy. I think I will start by taking a shower and a trip to library. And taking several deep breaths....