We had our 36 (and a half) week ultrasound yesterday, and I scheduled it for Brandon's day off so that he could come (for the first time this pregnancy) and bring Teagan along to see baby brother. The best view she gets these days is my big ol' stomach and I thought this would be more satisfying for her. Though it wasn't the family-friendly-let's-point-out-all-his-body-parts-and-wave-hello appointment I went to by myself at 20 weeks. It was all business, making sure all was well. And all was well - since I was already planning on a C-section.
My doctor isn't in the VBAC business, so I was scheduled for a C-section before we found out that he's still breech (has been since my 20 week ultrasound) and BIG. They give you their best estimate, and while I know it's just an approximation and could be way off, being told that he could be 8 lbs. 7 oz. right now with more than 2 weeks to go, all eyes in the room widened a little bit. My doctor said that while I won't be breaking any records, he will be a big boy - potentially double digits and that regardless of him being breech and Teagan being an emergency C-section, he'd be trying to talk me into a C-section at this point.
We walked in and the oh-so-friendly receptionist who always remembers my name (yes, before I write it down on the sign-in sheet) asked if Teagan was my other one. She hadn't seen her since my 6 week check-up with T in 2010 and couldn't believe how tall she was. Then when my doctor saw her, his first comment was about her height. I have a hard time convincing people she's still two...for another week or so. She was relatively well-behaved during the appointment and sat on Brandon's lap the majority of the time. I forgot that he would "check me" first and so I was taken aback when the nurse instructed me to undress from the waist down. Brandon tried to distract Teagan, but of course, her yells of "I see Mummy's BUM!" cut through the paper-thin walls like a hot knife through butter. The echoes may have been my imagination, but I was no less embarrassed. In order to try to shift the conversation away from my exposed bottom (why don't they make those sheets bigger?!) we practiced saying "Hi, Doctor Pollock" and shaking his hand, neither of which actually happened by the time he came in.
We talked to Dr. Pollock about her medical kit and she told him that he would make me feel better and he thanked her for the vote of confidence. He has a daughter just a few weeks younger than Teagan and said that she has a kit too and your typical kid-being-scared-of-the-doctor situation is reversed at his house. The doctor is scared of the kid - she's constantly giving him check-ups and shoving the thermometer down his throat to the point of making him gag.
Can't believe we have just over 2 weeks left before the long awaited little man is here. Although, we'll have to see just how "little" he is!
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