I’m currently laying in bed, crying for the…. 5th? time in 7 days. Not cause of my husband or in-laws, but because my Banana has decided she doesn’t want to move around much.
Turns out you can be 26 weeks pregnant, no complications (knock on wood) and still end up worrying constantly.
For three days now, Banana has been much less active than usual. Normally, I get kicks to my ribs regularly during the day. These last couple of days, though, I have to beg her to give me ANYTHING. A couple big ones, rarely, but when I’m laying down, I can feel her wiggles, a few thumps, and some tickles. I did the kick counts, and I easily get 15 in under 10 minutes. The problem is that they are coming down right in the middle, so I don’t know who’s doing them! I lay on my sides and they both move. My doppler tells me their hearts are steady. It’s just not what has be “normal” for Banana and I’m freaked out.
Maybe Banana went from head down to breech?
Ugh, if it was one day of this, I could deal with it. But three? Too long.
I called the hospital and was told to come in if I was concerned. Unfortunately, Cody has our car and while he has decided to come home early, it still takes 2 hours because we opted to move to the middle of fucking nowhere. It will then take another hour to drive to the hospital. Again, if it hadn’t been three days if this, I would have waited until next Tuesday to see my OBGYN. That’s too far away, though.
Give me strength, Lord. I need to last another 8 weeks (minimum), at which point I will start worrying about the number of poops they have, how much they eat, and fevers.
I’m going to lose all of my hair.