So today I went in for my standard appointment - I'm 29w3d. Yea team! Unfortunately the doctor became a tad worried when she measured me. Apparently she thinks I'm small. Now if you saw me, you would not say I'm small at all. I've actually put on about 33 pounds at this point - slightly more than recommended, but a LOT less than my first pregnancy.
She told me that my uterus was lower than expected and said "I think she might be small". She said she's either a pretzel baby (all bunched up in one place) or small. So she set me up with an ultrasound for this Friday and said "if she measures small, you will be put on bed rest." WHAT??? Yep - bed rest. Hmmm.
So of course my mind is going crazy. I know everything is in God's Hands, but sometimes it is hard to not worry and let go. I've looked up everything that could be wrong. One post said "just quit looking until you get your results because you'll likely find a bunch of things it could be that might scare you more than your results." Nice again.
My poor baby saw me crying to Jim tonight. She just kept looking at me and holding on to my leg. Poor thing was worried. Now she's not leaving my side at all. I'll be better tomorrow until Friday morning. Then I'll probably be sick to my stomach until I hear "the news".
Just keep me in your prayers!
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