I’m not one of those people who’s terrified of their water breaking in public.
We’re feeling really ready now for baby to come and I’d be happy if my water broke anytime, anywhere. Most likely I’d yell “Oh shit, my water just broke!!” for anyone within earshot to hear.
If I was in the office, one of my poor co-workers who I’m not even close to would have to be guilt tripped into driving me home, since I take the bus to work.
Ahhh, yes I’ve imagined the whole scenario, while sitting here in my cubicle…
I think we’re feeling even more ready for her to be born after our minor scare these past couple days. At my regular appointment on Tues., the midwife (one I hadn’t met) said she was concerned because my uterus hadn’t grown for the past two weeks.
(For anyone unfamiliar with pregnancy stuff – they take a tape measure every week and measure the height of your uterus by feeling the outside, to the nearest centimeter. Not exactly precise technology.)
So they wanted to do an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok. And it was scary, even though it was just a very early precaution. Worst case scenario was that I’d stopped producing amniotic fluid for some reason, causing the uterus to be smaller, and I’d have to be induced, but none of this poses serious risk to the baby.
But, it was still scary.
We went for the ultrasound yesterday, and everything’s fine. Plenty of fluid, nothing abnormal at all.
But, even a minor scare makes you appreciate how precious health is.