3 weeks and (less than) 2 days! C section scheduled for the 20th if he doesn't decide to make a move before then.
I had quite an interesting check up last Thursday. I went in late in the day for what I thought was another routine check up. He measures my fundal height, listens to the heartbeat, asks if I have any questions, etc, and I'm out of there in 10 minutes. Except this time, the check-in nurse who does my urine check, weight, and blood pressure puts me in a room and says to disrobe from waist down because today they are going to do my swab. I don't really know what she means by that, but I assume he's just going swab something down in vj-town...perfectly fine, he's been my gyno for 15 years so we well acquainted in that area. Well, there I lie, knees spread, belly out to here, when I hear him call out from the trenches... "now you know, this swab we take both vaginally and rectally, so just thrust your hips up a bit..." wtf did you just say?! All I heard was rectal and I was not prepared for anything in that neighborhood. So I'm stammering "wha.. huh...are you seri...Whoa!" Before I could even get a word out, he had a q-tip in places that a q-tip has no business being. It was an experience to say the least. I thought I had become immune to mortifying medical experiences during the assisted conception journey, but no. Apparently there are plenty of embarrassing surprises to last the whole way through.
When I thought that it was all over, he listened to the heartbeat and then asked if I had time to go over to OB assessment for a non-stress test. That is not something that you want to hear right after your doctor listens to your baby's heartbeat. He had me in a total panic. I asked if the heartbeat was ok and he said it was, he just wanted to have an abundance of caution and have things checked out. He said if the non stress test was ok, then that was a 99% sign that my baby was going to perfectly fine unless I'm shot or in a car accident. It sounded to me like he was just trying to keep me calm. So at this point, it's almost 6pm, my husband expected me to already be on my way home by then, and my cell phone had about 2% battery left. So I get over to OB assessment and they fully admit me to the hospital, hospital gown, id bracelet, hospital bed, the whole thing, hook me up to fetal monitors, I'm practically in tears wondering what's going on. I call my husband quickly before my phone dies and tell him whats going on and that he needs to answer any calls from an unknown number in case its the hospital calling to tell him to come (we live over an hour away, so I didn't want him to come yet until we knew more). About an hour later a nurse comes in to tell me that everything is fine, the baby sounds great, and I can go home once I sign all of my discharge papers. So all was well in the end, which is all that matters, but it was quite an experience that I was banking on when I went in for my check up that afternoon.
find out the gender if you choose too ... Really start feeling baby kicking 
