Turns out we have a snarky baby and she wanted to celebrate our big Due Date by touring Labor and Delivery for a few hours this morning. BUT JUST TOUR. None of this admitting and staying business.
We had a routine weekly doctor’s appointment this morning where my doctor confirmed my suspicions that I am indeed, still pregnant. Little baby’s heartbeat was a bit high (185 are you kidding me child.) and didn’t come down after a few minutes, so we headed down to the women’s pavilion to have a non-stress test.
One backless gown, three wired monitors, and sixty minutes later, we were good to go. Her heart beat was high for a while, but came down into normal range and all was fine and dandy. I’m very, very, very relieved because the only cure for a high fetal heart rate is an immediate c-section delivery, which is something we are trying to avoid here. Prayers were answered and our baby just laughed at the irony of us leaving the Labor and Delivery floor on our exact due date, no baby in hand.
She is just so HILARIOUS. On the positive side, we did get ourselves registered- now we actually know where to go and what to do when she is less faking and more serious about the whole labor thing.
PS I love that the baby countdown on the right side of the page says “40 Weeks 0 Days- It’s go time!” I kinda want to slap it silly.