Healthy Baby

After a bit of a stressful day waiting for our 3 o'clock appointment, I can happily report that the doc saw no reason for concern for either the placenta thingie or the 97th percentile whopper growing inside me.

But the doc, didn't start out our visit with such a comforting approach. When I mentioned that I was a bit concerned/alarmed/really freaked out about the size of bub, he had a little guffaw/giggle/snort and exclaimed "Oh, is that you? I was reading that report this morning . . . (opening up the envelope from the radiologist and skimming my report) . . . "Yep, that was you. What a whopper!" Okay I don't think he really said the bit about the whopper, but it was definitely implied.

Happily, he readjusted his approach and assured me that a big baby was a healthy baby and that I had no need to fear that something was wrong. He said the only possibility of any concern is if I'm developing a bit of gestational diabetes which we'll test for next visit and at worst means I'll have a big baby that might be a bit more jaundiced than a "normal" baby for a few days.

Phew . . . but what about the delivery? After persuading me in earnest that the size of the baby has very little to do with increased pain or difficulty in birth nor increased likelihood of the need for a caesarian, Doc casually shifted the conversation to my allergies to the local anesthetics used in epidurals and caesarians and suggested the need for me to get tested to see what could be used. Hmm . . . maybe not so convincing after all, but at least Itty Bitty is healthy!

Next up, Doc took a look at my placenta in the films and then had another sneakie peak with his office ultrasound (I'm beginning to feel like Katie Holmes with all of these ultrasounds) and was quite confident that there shouldn't be a problem. We'll have another looksie in about eight weeks, but for now it's nice not to worry about it.

So there you go . . . all that worrying all week and everything is fine. I really need to try to chill out about all this. I'm sure the stress isn't the best thing for Itty Bitty. Now . . . if only the laundry and bathroom renos get finished in time . . .