Everyone who knows me well knows I love a good plan. I plan everything from my races to training, to trips to the bathroom. I can’t seem to plan for anything these days though. The rollercoaster ride of doctors appointments hits its lowest lows to unbelievable highs, and Tuesday was nothing different. Tuesday we got some unbelievable news, Addison grew 2 weeks worth in 2 weeks. His weight is up to a whopping 3lbs 8oz. which is about the best we could hope for. The doctor was thrilled, and it brought Addison’s percentages way up. I have to say that I couldn’t have asked for anything more out of that appointment, except maybe to be taken off bedrest outside of the 4 hours a day I’m allowed to work.
Heath and I didn’t have many questions b/c I don’t know that either of us expected the good news. As my brain started to adjust I asked if the plan was still the same for delivery and what we could expect as far as appointments in the future. He then informs me that I could now possibly make it to 38 weeks, who knows . . .You’d expect joy excitement and happiness at hearing that however I had just spent 2 weeks adjusting to the fact that this could be over in the span of 5 weeks and now you tell me I could have almost 2 more months. Geez, someone give me a valium for all this change. Oh, did I mention that this could change as well and that it just depends on how my future appointments go? I would MUCH RATHER HAVE A HEALTHY BABY, please don’t take the prior sentence the wrong way. I’d just like to know when this rollercoaster might end, but I guess like I have been doing the past 8 months I will just have to roll with the flow.
The doctors visits will stay weekly and they no longer feel the urge for me to go 2x a week which is great. They have extended his next growth visit out to 3 weeks instead of the 2 weeks they have been doing. So I guess if all goes well we will have an update at 35 weeks as to how much longer my little man will be hibernating inside me. I’m hoping he’s in there for as long as he needs to be so he can come out healthy and fat and maybe not have to stay at the hospital any longer than me. God has a plan, and I’m just in the passenger seat. If I can adjust to anything and everything during races and Ironman than I can adjust to all the highs and lows of pregnancy. Thank you to everyone who has sent well wishes our way and prayed for us.
