Wading back into the pool of worry
After the uneventful NST and AFI this morning at the hospital, the weekly visit to the OB seemed like a formality. No contractions, no pain, no bleeding; weight gain on track; BP normal; no protein in urine; cervix soft but undilated, strep B culture negative; head down. Things couldn't be going more steadily, or more like a normal pregnancy, I thought, even feeling a little proud of my body and the big, flopping trout inside.
So then the OB measured the fundal height. Then measured it again. And again. And once more, moving the bottom end of the tape farther down than ever before--all the way to the other side of the bone, in fact.
Last Tuesday, at 34 weeks 6 days, I measured 34 weeks: close enough. The height had gone up a week for each previous week between visits; the OB said it was "perfect growth." But today, one day shy of 36 weeks, and even with starting the tape distinctly farther down, I measured just 33 weeks. She smiled and said it was nothing to worry about, since the twice-weekly testing was going so well. And she seemed so confident that I just waltzed on out of the office without thinking or questioning.
By the time I got to the car, though, it had started to niggle at me just a bit. By the time I got home, I was feeling quite ill at ease. Now, moments after my first Googling of "fundal height behind," I am downright freaked out.
How could she have shrunk?
I would really like to know.
Her amniotic fluid is fine. Her movement, acceleration and baseline heart rate are fine. How is it that she is smaller today than she was a week ago? How, exactly, is that possible?