My midwife was able to squeeze me in after all today. Oh happy day!
I called her in a little bit of a tizzy this morning because of course I was scouring the internet last night discovering all the horrible things that can be associated with polyhydramnios. Big baby I can handle, malpositioned baby I can handle, multiple babies I can handle, but a problem with baby...well, God and doctors will have to handle that. And STAT.
So then I started sobbing which scared my big girls so then Katy was sobbing and my husband was like "Just call her in the morning and tell her all of this. What harm can it do?"
And I did. She was literally driving to a birth when I called (this season has been cu-ray-zee) but said that if everything went well, she would call me after she was finished there and I could meet her at her office with all cinco of my born childrens in tow. And I said "yes please!"
And guess what? No polyhydramnios. She doesn't have an ultrasound machine, so we had no scan, but there are certain indicators that go along with excess amniotic fluid if it's a dangerous situation and baby and I aren't presenting any of them. He feels a good size, the belly isn't hard the way it would be if it were filled with water, and my blood pressure is super fantastical as always.
Whew! That was the one that was scaring me the most. So, she said the first thing I have to do is to let go of the idea that I'm only 30 weeks and allow myself to admit that I am 32. I may be being a leeeeeeeeeetle stubborn about that whole "dating according to ultrasound" thing, it's true.
The second thing is to stop comparing pictures of myself when my abs were in the best shape of my life and I got pregnant at small number of pounds of muscle with now, when my ab muscles are split and soggy and I was bigger number of flabby flab flab when I got pregnant. No ab muscles to speak of, an extra 16 lbs to start, and an additional 40 lbs gained already since day numero uno- all of that has to go somewhere. And on me it is going STRAIGHT OUT IN FRONT.
Which isn't dangerous and I am so grateful.
She's coming to see me again on the 15th. If the measurement discrepancy increases at all in that time, then we will go ahead and order another ultrasound at that time, and I am completely at peace with that plan. No danger = no stress.
Whew. Thanks for playing, everyone! I'll be sure to keep you posted.