Another test, another terror
OB visit today, 38 weeks 6 days. External measurements have not increased since last visit, though I have gained 4.5 pounds, seemingly all in my ankles. Baby not engaged, so no handy excuse for external smallness. OB's look said, "I'm-concerned-but-don't-want-to-freak-you-out-so-I'll-stay-very-calm-and-strangely-upbeat" and her chipper voice said, "Let's send you in for another measurement ultrasound now." There was talk of possible induction, pending the test results.
Jeff asked what it would mean if she were, indeed, not growing anymore. When he heard the words "lack of adequate perfusion from the placenta" and "possibly not getting enough oxygen" tossed in among the lighter possibilities (e.g. funny position, maybe she likes to curl up really tight, maybe I'm built more spaciously on the inside than the outside, etc.), he looked quite stunned. Like I hadn't told him the grim stuff last time. Guess it's worse to hear those words from the doctor than one's paranoiac wife.
So we were trotted off for the test, conveniently located at the hospital where we were heading anyway for our twice-weekly testing, and after a little breakdown and panic session, were told that she is measuring at 49.5% for her gestational age-- that she is, in fact, well over seven pounds, and that everything looks "perfect."
And that was our requisite terror for the day.