I had an appointment with my doctor this morning. Everything was going routinely. The whole get out in 15 minutes of less formula. That's why I love my doctor. She would spend as much time with me as needed, but I rarely need much. She is always in my room before my appointment time and she doesn't dilly-dally. Pee in a cup, measure the belly, listen to the heartbeat, ask about symptoms, latest thyroid numbers and we're done.
This morning I asked when I was going to meet with the surgeon for my c-section. Since my doctor is just a GP and not an OB/GYN, she doesn't do surgeries. No big deal, I love her and though she gave me the option I didn't want to see another doctor for this pregnancy. I have, however, been seeing my high risk specialist from Jay just to have regular ultrasounds and make sure Bean doesn't have any of the issues Jay had.
As far as my doctor knew, I had a bikini cut with Jay. Which is true. What she didn't know is that I have a vertical interior cut. She has told me from the beginning that I won't have my c-section until I am 39 weeks pregnant. I chose May 14th as the day to deliver Bean. That all changed this morning, because my specialist does know about my interior cut and recommended that I have a c-section at 37 weeks.
No big deal, you might say. And truthfully everyone but me is excited at this prospect. Micah is ready. My best friend Amy is over the moon, because her other best friend is getting married May 15th so she was going to have to make a 4 hour trip up here and back on the 16th to see Bean.
But holy moly, I just lost 2 weeks. Eight weeks from tomorrow I am going to be a mommy again. And while I have many things done, I still have a whole list of things I want to get don before Bean arrives. And now I only have 8 weeks to do them. Plus, April 30th puts Bean's birth right at the beginning of our anniversary weekend. I will be in the hospital recovering from a c-section on my first wedding anniversary. I was really looking forward to being grossly pregnant on our anniversary.
I was just wishing last night that the next week would fly so that I would be down to single digit weeks. I guess I got my wish, just not in the way I was imagining.