The picture on the left was taken TWO WEEKS AFTER the one on the right… Weird, right?
I’m going to start this out by saying – Pregnancy is freaking weird.
A few weeks ago I came down with a horrible cold that turned into bronchitis. I can’t remember the last time I was that sick. I’m not even going to try to pretend it was easy or that I was maintaining well during those weeks. I was miserable. I couldn’t keep food down. My throat was on fire. I was coughing constantly with an ear ache of doom and pressure in my sinuses that made me want to go into a coma. It was gnarly.
During that time all I could think about was keeping my prenatals down, drinking protein/vitamin shakes and staying hydrated. I couldn’t take any real medicine, so I suffered through it.
My pregnancy complications have left me with a very sensitive abdomen that hurts with slight pressure. It hurts when I cough, sneeze and blow my nose. I had to learn to do all three of those with my ribs or down below my uterus and use every muscle I could except my abdomen. Do you realize how freaking weird and difficult that is?! I started to refer to my low cough technique as my “crotch cough”. At one point I had sneezed and coughed so much that my ribs felt like they broke.
We were also having a lovely heat wave in Southern California. Superfantastic fun times!
I’ve never worried about peeing myself like many pregnant women experience. I always took comfort in that. But, I was wearing a pad dealing with pee-leakage from my crotch coughing technique. To say I was a hot mess is an understatement. Why am I sharing this TMI-ness? One, because it’s funny (now) and I also have a point…
Earlier this week, when I reached 34 weeks to the day, and my belly bump went missing one morning. I’m not even shitting you… it was gone. In my groggy morning confusion I glanced around the bed as if my daughter crawled out of me during the night. I immediately panicked, got a glass of ice water and did fetal kicks. She was moving fine but it HURT. She was in there, obviously, but all I felt was baby and not much else. I’m not a pee-leaker. I know a lot of women pee-leak during pregnancy but I don’t. I was like a pee-leaky faucet all morning… or was it pee-leak?
With both of my previous births I had a slow and high leak. I had to have my water broken after I was induced. I wondered if my water broke? Well, I had some crazy watery discharge and I was leaking.
I know… TMI… but, with pregnancy, labor and birth there is no way to filter out the grossness properly!
34 weeks on the dot – the big final stretch milestone before she is considered full-term, after months of bed rest and I may have a high leak? Crapsticks.
A friend of mine stopped by and echoed my concern over my vanishing abdomen. I think her being concerned made me go from, “Isn’t this freaking weird?!” to “Oh shit!”.
I went in to the hospital to be monitored. I hate the hospital. I don’t know how most people feel about hospitals, but I have always had an unhealthy dislike for them. There are few things I use the word hate for. I avoid it as much as possible and only go in if absolutely necessary. This was one of those times.
My growing ninja girl checked out well. I wasn’t leaking when I went in and there were no signs of amniotic fluids or infection. The thing with a high and slow leak is if they can’t find the leakage when they test it there is no way to know. I had a slow high leak with my oldest and it took three visits for them to get a positive swab. At this point it’s a concern about infection and the membranes releasing the big waterfall of labor fluids.
The nurses commented on how healthy my daughter is and that she is VERY active. I know how active she is… she is constantly having a dance party up in there! We joked around about how feisty she is and it was all reassuring. I was able to go home.
But, what the crap happened to my belly bump?
I saw my OB the next day and the first thing she said was, “Oh this amazing feisty little problem child is continuing to keep us on our toes!” – I asked her if she thought all of this was super weird and she said, “For everyone else I would say yes but EVERYTHING is weird with you!”
I love that I can joke around with my doctor while dealing with all these weird situations. She is very professional and absolutely amazing, but she has the sense of humor I need.
We did an ultrasound and my daughter is more than fine. She’s continuing to measure larger than expected – There was concern that she had stopped growing and that is why my abdomen appeared to be smaller. She really hadn’t moved much at all since the last ultrasound just two weeks prior so she didn’t “drop” significantly. All the amniotic fluids levels were fine. Everything was fine. But, I was visibly smaller.
Basically, she’s trouble.
Conclusion? Who the hell knows! The important thing is that my daughter is healthy and so am I.
Was I peeing myself? Who the hell knows! Since I have no signs of infection and I haven’t continued to leak I can wait it out.
Am I going crazy?! Probably! But, dammit look at the picture and see the difference.
Could my baby ninja be taking that nickname a little too far and started vanishing training early?! Yes! See above comment about me going crazy.
I’m starting all of the lovely prelabor bodily weirdness. Yes, I know the process of bringing a baby into the world is natural, lovely, beautiful and all of those warm fuzzy awesomeness feelings – but, let’s be real… It’s also really gross!
I went from being diagnosed with some really frightening pregnancy complications and accepting a mandatory early c-section – getting stuck on bed rest – having things resolve themselves and being able to consider a vaginal birth – her being breeched and no more vaginal birth – then everything looked fan-freaking-tastic because she flipped and my abruption stopped – to … where the crap did my abdomen go and am I going to go into early preterm labor?
Tomorrow I will be 35 weeks. All I can think about is how I want to reach that 36 mark! I’m getting greedy but dammit this has been a long road and things are looking amazing. I want her to hold on a little longer before we welcome her into the world…
And maybe… just maaaaaybe… if she holds on for one more week I will find my freaking abdomen.