We had our first ultrasound yesterday and it was lovely. Little baby was all sorts of active, to the delight of his or her siblings, and the little heart is beating strong. All is well.
In other news, I was all psyched up to do battle with my doctor at this first visit. You see, I’ve had three over-nine-pound babies, which automatically flags you for gestational diabetes. In fact, I was scheduled to take a blood-glucose test two weeks ago. I didn’t. What I did do was all sorts of research, and I’m fairly convinced that gestational diabetes is a made-up disease and that women should NOT be routinely screened for it. Also, there is no statistical evidence that it causes large babies.
Anyway, my doctor is not a doctor at all, but an Army midwife, and I loved her from the minute I met her. She’s laid back, joyful, and not at all concerned with anything, except my age. She even said my stretch marks look amazing for all the babies I’ve had. (She’s my new best friend.)
Ah, but then she noticed all those nine-pounders on my chart. “Don’t even mention gestational diabetes to me,” I said.
“You never had gestational diabetes?” she asked. I shook my head. She shrugged. “Well, the good news is, we know you don’t have any trouble delivering big babies!”
She knows we go long. She knows we won’t be doing any terminating. And she was even pretty excited about the prospect of the older girls being present for the birth. (I’m not sure I am!) All in all, this was my most successful, non-stressful OB visit ever.
And did I mention that baby is doing just fine? I’ve been so worried, but I was on cloud nine yesterday. 🙂