We had an ultrasound this morning, and everything looks encouraging for the most part - plenty of amniotic fluid, good blood flow through the umbilical cord. The only concerning thing (to me, not to them so much) is that he is measuring small by a couple weeks. They are estimating 5 lbs, 9 oz, but those ultrasounds can be off by a pound or so either way. My main concern with a low birth weight is that his lungs may not be as strong, and that he may have trouble breastfeeding and lose more weight. With a baby that small, losing weight is a scary thing. Gabe was 6 lbs, 14 oz, so I was hoping this one would follow suit. That was pretty good for a 37 week old baby. Maybe the ultrasound was wrong, and he'll be bigger. I just don't want to hurt him by taking him early, but we don't really have any other choice. If I had to go til the end, they would have to put me in some sort of facility for the clinically PSYCHO.
On a lighter note, I have discovered that in addition to the general fear and anxiety about the baby's survival and health, I am also starting to get anxious about the actual delivery. This really surprises me. I've been through it all before, and physically, it was not so bad, so I haven't really dreaded it... until now. I had a dream last night that Matt Lauer came into my hospital room holding the HUGE epidural needle. I climbed up on the filing cabinet and started yelling at him, "You're not an anesthesiologist! You're Matt Lauer! I want to see a resident! Bring me a resident!" I don't know why Matt Lauer. And I don't know why there was a filing cabinet in my hospital room.
In other news, Matt broke his wrist last night. He went to play a pick-up game of basketball at church, tried to stop a guy from getting a lay-up, got knocked down (the guy was a little more solid than originally suspected), and fell on his wrist. It did not swell up very badly (we immediately put ice on it), and he slept through the night, so I thought it was probably just sprained or something. However, we went to the doctor today just to make sure (he's been waiting for 19 months to hold that baby with two arms), and it's broken!!! He's at the orthopedist now. I don't know what kind of cast it will be, and I'm bummed for him having to get his first baby snuggles that way. But I'm also thankful we didn't put it off and got it taken care of.
I guess that's it for now. I'll post again before Friday, and assuming the hospital has wi-fi, Sarah or Shaina will keep you guys updated about how things are going. Please continue to pray. I feel like I have an elephant sitting on my chest all the time. I'm so ready.