The only specific number I remember from yesterday's trip to the midwife is 1 - that's the number of pounds I gained, bringing my total up to 11. Woo hoo!
My blood pressure was great, baby's heart rate was great, I'm measuring right where I should be. Everything looks super.
We're going to re-run the liver panel and the bile salts test in 2 weeks. I came down with ICP with Claire at 32 weeks. You can imagine how much the anxiety level is increasing as we get closer to that milestone. I'm working on it.
This visit was fun. Mary Grace has been worrying about the baby and me, so I e-mailed my midwife and said, "Can I bring her to meet you?" and my awesome midwife said, "Let's reschedule your appointment for 1 pm so that I have more time to visit with her." Wow! So, we showed MG the little models of babies at various stages, and Sharon explained how the baby is stuck inside and isn't going to just "fall out" (in spite of the jokes Mommy makes), and we listened to the baby's heartbeat... She was so little when I was pregnant with Claire that she didn't really "get it." Claire's 3-1/2 now and she doesn't even really "get it," and MG was only 19 months old when Claire was born. It's neat to be able to include her this time, and to see her excitement. She can hardly wait to be a "double big sister."
Eight more weeks. Wow.