If you enjoy reading harrowing, intense birth stories...
then keep moving. This one's happy!
Since my due date has come and gone, I was referred by my midwives to an obstetrician just to make sure that everything is progressing normally, and that the baby isn't in distress. I was really hoping that I wouldn't have to actually go to the appointment, that she would show up before Monday rolled around, but no such luck.
So I head to the hospital for my appointment, a forty-five minute drive.
We get to the hospital and I go to my ultrasound, the second one for my pregnancy, which I'm not too happy about. However, what I am happy about is that when I ask the technician if "She's still a girl?!!?" she says yes! I had two awesome boys already, but was pretty excited about PINK EVERYTHING.
As the technician does the scan, she asks, "When is your due date?" to which I begin to respond, "Uh, it was..."
"Oh!" she says, "you're overdue?"
"Yup. So ready for this."
All looks well with the ultrasound and I am shown to a hospital room to wait for the on-call obstetrician, Dr. Mukerghee. I wait for like a million years for it to be my turn.
(Is waiting for an obstetrician what it's like for a toddler EVERY TIME they have to wait for anything? Cause if so...that would clear a lot of things up for me.)