A Change Is Gonna Come…

Change is on the horizon, my friends. With the amnio out of the way {awaiting results as I type this very sentence} I am now mentally at the point where I realize this growth that’s been occurring in my midsection is not just as a result of downing a few to many brews … it is, in fact, a baby. Our baby. Our SECOND baby.

Holy Hannah.

Though I know this post is on the heels of a post regarding all my gripes and groans pertaining to growing Grin, today, I come bearing sunshine and lollipops {and a little bit of fear … or, admittedly, a good bit of growing anxiety}. In the words of Skinnygirl Margarita Mogul, Bethenny Frankel, the last trimester has honestly been pretty much “amazeballs” {LOVE that word. Have decided I must use it whenever possible}. Though I’ve felt some oddities from all this baby carrying business {the tinglies, the heart racing, etc} strangely enough I’ve never felt calmer or less anxious in my life {until today… of course}. I’ve napped daily. I’ve really been in the moment with Barrett {obviously not EVERY moment … but more moments than not}. I’ve finally embraced being a full-time stay-at-home-mom. And ever since Dr. K told me that I needed to take it easy {not the easiER day but prior to that}, I have been doing just that. And now, a change is gonna come.

As I complete this post… we have news. And I had a mini-panic attack. I’ve had my drama and now it’s go-time. The amnio was completed around 8:30 this morn, Baby Grin was monitored and took the test like a rock star. The results are in, folks. Apparently the magic number for Fetal Lung Maturity is 50 and Grin came through the gate with a 51 {Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up}. Apparently, 50-55 is something called Transition so we will have the NICU peeps on-call but hopefully, we will pass the post-partum tests with flying colors. So, we packed up our computers at Panera and headed back to St. E’s to get things going. With a once again elevated BP {160/120… but c’mon, they’d just stuck a needle in my belly} it seems that what is safest for Grin and for his/her bearer is to get this show on the road.

Post admission, I had, as I mentioned above, a brief meltdown. There were tears. My face got splotchy. I had a little pity party including the words “I just wish I could be better at this” and “I just thought this time would be different”. Additionally, Barrett is just popping his two year molars and thus made for quite a rocky night at our dear friends’ {thank you Abe and Missy} house so I think that, coupled with the fact that I can’t be there to make it all better for him, and I can’t possibly seem to make my blood pressure realize the suggested gestation is around 40 weeks just came to a head. I had a little mama drama and now I am adjusting to the idea that today is the day.

C’est la vie, right?

We will begin with Cytotek and go from there. If you’ve ever had a baby or you know the lingo, I am at 0 and 0. If you don’t know what that means, I’ll just leave it at, We’re starting from scratch and let your mind figure out what that means.

I don’t see much happening today but if so, we’ll grin&Barrett.