No freakin clot. None. Two people looking. Nada.
Big bugger of a gumby (91st percentile for gestational age weighing in at 1011g or 2lb 4oz . Oops).
No problems with the placenta, though the specialist found it has an annexe.
I’ve built a mezzanine level. Although I liked the placenta I had, we needed more space. As the extra piece of placenta, the annexe, is on the right hand side where we kick a lot, I think this is where gumby has set up his pool room. I wonder if I was supposed to lodge a DA with the council for it? (DA =Development Application). On the technicalities the flow etc is fine
I have a cervix that knows when to keep its mouth closed. Sadly, they decided to use the magic wand to find this bit of info out. Ta da! Say hello to my little friend. I’ll leave out the comments about its the most action i’ve seen in months. But it’s long and closed.
Good cervix. Nice cervix. It’s a shame you can’t pat them like a dog.
No cute baby pictures though. His head (with its 24cm circumference) was right under my belly button (which woke me at 3am. Ouch!), facing my spine, his face resting on his arms just like his dad, knees and 4.8cm legs tucked up around his chin ( dad can’t do that). Impossible to see. Apparently, most of what I’ve been feeling is getting kneed in the gut, judging by what he did during the scan.
The ultrasound specialist, let’s call him dr united nations, said both my docs are very good, he knows them both very well. He also said, in the absence of clot land, he doesn’t see why a natural labour couldn’t be attempted. Woah! Let’s just ponder that one for a while.
A freaky thing happened two hours later. MY DOCTOR PHONED ME.
Wtf?? Dr South Korea PHONED ME. I was gobsmacked. I couldn’t speak. Not since the days of the ivf clinic has a doctor actually phoned. He relayed the report contents…. All good . Then he said a weird thing:
“you’re normal. Really, after this scan, you’re normal. ”
“But still, don’t do anymore than you’re doing. Let’s play it safe, you’ve come this far. Don’t do anymore. But it’s a great outcome. Absolutely nothing to worry about. Of course, you’re having a big baby, but you knew that.”
I’m normal. Normal. I’m just a pregnant chick, 25 weeks 5 days. A pregnant chick, hanging around waiting patiently for a normal baby.
P.S. the people have spoken on the obstetrician, 94% voting for a move to South Korea. We’ll keep you posted.