Reality Check

I woke up yesterday with some major pressure on the pelvis. The last week has produced increased discomfort and pressure on lots of stuff. I constantly feel like I have a bladder infection because this child's head rests right on my bladder. I go 100 times a day, with a little squirt each time. I can never believe it because it feel like I have to go so badly. Normally, I don't make time to go to the bathroom. It's some odd laziness I have about leaving my desk and walking to the bathroom. It seems so far, it will take so long to waddle there, pull everything down, pee, scrub up, return to my desk, etc. But now, I've wasted at least 15 minutes a day in there.

The short of it is, the pressure has been building, and to be gross, the nether regions have been swelling. Of course, my borderline mute doctor who never says more than five words to me every appointment just said it's normal, which is her stock response to everything. She has never, in the last 4.5 years I've been going to her said anything else, elaborated once on any question I've asked her, or provided any level of support in any way. I stay with her because everyone raves what a great doctor she is, and to be honest, she gave me the best possible scar outcome from a c-section. There's barely anything there. And frankly, maybe it's better to not hear all the detailed explanations of things. I just get my Labcorp blood request and go on my merry way.

Even though the swelling "down there" is indeed normal, what I didn't know, and what I found out yesterday is that it's a cyst full of fluid that can be helped just a bit with a good old fashioned sitz bath. Can't wait to do that. I thought I was off the hook from these since I did not give birth vaginally, but ladies, ahem, and gentlemen, I look like I have one ball down there. Something needs to be done. So, looks like I won't be spaing it up this weekend, just sitzing. It's kind of like kibitzing, you just do it with you and the toilet bowl.

Again, this is all sideways of what happened. The longer I sat at my desk, the worse the pain got, and I felt like I could barely sit any longer. So, I just decided to call the doctor's office to see if it was normal pain/discomfort. I was expecting them to tell me to come into the office today to check things out, but they called me back to say that the doctor on call said to come to Labor and Delivery as soon as I could. This definitely surprised me, and made me a little worried that there was a small chance the baby could be born (last night). I called Trent, and we decided it was best to have him drive me, just in case. We talked the whole way up about how little we had prepared for the arrival of the baby, and decided that this would be our wake up call to get some things in order. Have a car seat at the ready, diapers, wipes, burp clothes, rockers, etc. That was, if the kid wasn't coming, and we didn't have to send my parents or someone else to make an ER trip to Babies R Us.

The ten mile walk though GBMC to Labor and Delivery actually eased the pain a bit. Even though I constantly felt like I had a rod wedged up my butt. I was waiting for them to tell me I just had to fart, and that I should eat beans or brussel sprouts and they'd see me in a week. They didn't do that. They hooked me up and monitored me for about 30 minutes. The buxom nurse practitioner who gave Trent quite a boob show gave me an internal, and casually discussed the soft cervix and how she was touching the head. Of the baby, not Trent's you know what. She didn't go that far. Geez. Dirty birds.
My translation to that was: this kid is all about being in the birth position. What's up with that with two months to go? She better find her way back up into a neutral position, because we are not trying to have her early. After the exam, and some prodding by the doctor too, it seems it's all good. No labor, no infection that they know of, no farts. They said it's her head being right in there, and the stretching of my c-section scar causing some excess pain and pressure.
Relief for now. I haven't even started xmas shopping, how stressful would that have been?

All night was a little uncomfortable, but I fell asleep super early, in the middle of the Ravens/Falcons debacle in fact. Probably best I slept through that.

I feel better today, and was able to easily attend Lyla's parent/teacher conference at school. Teacher loves Lyla, thank goodness.

All's well that ends well.