Good news: I’ve gained two pounds. It’s not really all that surprising, since my last doctor’s visit was before Christmas, and I didn’t exactly hold back over the holidays. But I suppose I ought to send a thank-you note to the fine folks over at Honey Baked Ham for those two little pounds.
Not so good news: I’ve dilated about 3/4 of a centimeter. Pitiful.
My OB said that between my ongoing stomach issues and the fact that I’m now breaking out in hives – oh wait, did I forget to mention that? Yep, giant itchy red hives all over my legs, lucky me! – she thought that another visit to my primary care doctor was in order. So I have an appointment this afternoon, even though just the idea of getting dressed to go is making me want to crawl back in bed and take a nice long nap.
It’s frustrating because I don’t know what my primary care doc can do, other than what she did last time, which was basically stare at me, shrug, and pass me off to yet another specialist.
My OB keeps insisting that all of these symptoms can’t possibly be pregnancy-related, but since nothing like this has ever happened to me until now, I have my doubts. I asked her just how sick I have to get before they decide to induce, because I’m seriously starting to wonder how much longer I can stand this. She said that if I went into labor on my own at this point, they wouldn’t try to stop it, since I’m basically full-term. But they wouldn’t induce me for at least another two or three weeks. Which I suppose is responsible of her, but god, I thought I was going to cry when she said that.
Oh, and just in case I didn’t have enough on my mind right now, I apparently also have to replace the car seat that I bought, since it was one of the majority that failed the latest round of crash tests. There were only two that passed the side-impact crash tests, and guess what? You can’t find them anywhere around here. I can’t even find a website where I can order one online and have it here in less than two weeks. Faaaabulous.