I really like Cracklin' Oat Bran. It seems to satisfy something somewhere. I don't know why or what, but it does. So I eat it when I can remember to, after the grapefruit. I also got myself ready to deal with another position check from the doctors, and basically tried to get everything unwound and to just deal with things as they came.
We got to Boulder Medical in plenty of time, and went upstairs and I took care of my sampling first things. Seems silly to just sit and wait when I could be doing something, and when I came out with the sample Dr. Streisand's nurse escorted me directly to her scale. Cool. Quick. We had to see Dr. Weinberg's partners, and this was the third. Dr. Imig had been a bit back, and the newest doctor, Dr. Swigert had been very early in the process. I hadn't been quite as impressed with Swigert or Imig. Streisand, however, was very, very nice and very patient with our questions. We had a bunch of them, this time. With all the other visits and the classes, we had a whole list of things to ask, which was very cool.
She explained how the delivery would work if John wanted to help catch. She would deliver the head and he could help with the body, which was very cool and did all depend on things going without complications. The mucus plug was likely gone. Also, one reader had pointed out that a friend had had a epidural where she could walk around, and thought it was a no brainer to have an epidural. So I asked about walking epidurals as we'd been taught in class that an epidural basically immobilized one and that was the biggest drawback as a lot of the pain of labor can be handled much more easily when one is mobile. Turns out that here there's still a lot of controversy about walking epidurals, as even though one can feel ones legs, most of the anesthesiologists here believe that it still weakens ones leg muscles enough that it could endanger the mother and child to walk around, especially in the hallways. So they, on the most part, won't do them here in Boulder.
It explained that they were offered elsewhere, but not really available here, which was very useful. I don't want an anesthesiologist doing a procedure they're not comfortable with on me, so that was pretty much that.
I've gained my pound for the week, again, and blood pressure was 116/67, which is really good. I was actually ready for the cervix check this time and it didn't hurt nearly as badly, but the reason for that was that the Fish has dropped even lower!! Eek. His head is basically at position 0, i.e. right flush with the pelvic opening he's supposed to be coming through. Normally, the kid starts at a negative position, moves to zero through early labor and then into positive ground with the later stages of labor. Dr. Streisand said, "One good contraction and you might be there." With her touch, I could feel the head position and it was a very, very strange feeling, he really is just right *there*.
She then said that while most positioning rarely indicates when the birthing is going to occur, she would be very surprised if I carried the baby all the way through to the due date. Eek. It made it more imperative that I get a note to get out of jury duty, so I went to Jan, Dr. Weinberg's nurse, and she gave me my note from Dr. Weinberg that would, likely, excuse me from jury duty.
When I got back to work, I told Bill. We're going to have to figure out my schedule, to get at least the important things done, first. I then scrambled around to take care of all the paperwork for my short-term disability leave for the birth and after. Best to get that done and over with as quickly as possible, then I have less to worry about. The one thing that we really, absolutely have to do sometime in the next few weeks is interview pediatricians and figure out who we want to go with in Longmont. Had to talk with HR for a bit to be sure that I got all the paperwork right and then settled into tackle work.
There's so much to do. Took me most of the rest of the morning and early afternoon simply to get a test bed together to get through the manual tests. We're branching tomorrow, and three of us were supposed to test things to be sure that the branched code wasn't completely broken so testing could have some chance of doing something with it. The release build was mildly hosed, but I found out what I needed to fix it and trundled on. I had lunch with John and felt pretty good about work for the first time in weeks. While I might not get everything done there were important things getting done in time.
I spent the afternoon testing, parts of it with two other folks sitting in on it with me. One to learn things, the other because he had knowledge and expertise I needed to get the tests to actually work and to know if they worked or if they didn't. The latter actually pointed out mistakes and problems I wouldn't have caught, and the first helped organize the data so that our subsequent tests will be more meaningful for the folks that don't have the expertise of the latter. So that was very useful. The tests, in the meantime, however, were failing pretty badly. Not unexpected at this stage, we've been going gung-ho on the changes, just to get things done and integration at the overall level has been really piecemeal, we've had bigger problems to deal with. Still, wringing them all out now is useful as people can still address the problems. We have the time.
John had a haircut tonight, so we went home a little early. I then did a quick dinner. I put water on to boil, and cut onion, mushrooms, garlic, a couple handfuls of spinach and a tomato. John made salad and garlic bread while I worked. Half a dozen frozen shrimp went into cold water to defrost. When the spaghetti went into the boiling water I heated olive oil in a pan and put in the onions. When they were fragrant, I added the garlic. When the garlic started smelling really good, I added the mushrooms and let them cook and brown. That's when the shrimp and the tomatoes went in. When the shrimp were completely pink, I added the handfuls of spinach and the still-a-little -tough spaghetti as well as a quarter cup of spaghetti cooking water. The spinach wilted quickly and when the volume had gone down I put in half a slab of the gorgonzola we bought a little while ago. The buttery blue melted instantly, making a really rich, strong smelling sauce all over everything.
It was perfect. The portions were perfect and the veggies and shrimp played really well with the gorgonzola and garlic bread. It was really yummy and it took pretty much fifteen minutes from the moment I set the pot of water on to boil. Which was pretty darned good time. Problem was that almost immediately after I ate, I had a really hard, almost painful contraction that lasted into the time when we were in the car and starting towards Longmont. Oops.
It didn't last and it didn't happen again. I brought my book and my cranberry juice with me to sip while John got his hair clipped completely down again. He ended up with less hair than he had taken off. Buzzed John. Quick and simple. Linda gave me a hug when she saw me and said, "You're popping inside a week, girl." It was pretty cool. She happily clipped my hair, telling me about her three pregnancies, the seven hour delivery, the 2 hour delivery and then the forty five minute delivery. That was actually pretty cool. She was delighted to see us and it was fun to just sit and talk with her. Having both of us there made it a bit easier on her, too, as the appointments were from 7:30 and 8, but since we were both there she was able to finish just a bit past 8 instead of having to stay really late.
Linda did a really great job of shaping my hair and getting rid of all the awful split ends. The bleached and dyed ends were from when I'd bleached my whole head of hair, so were really crunchy and dry by now. It was nice to have it all go, finally. When she was done, my hair actually looked mildly fashionable! My. It was very nice to look kinda nice. We both got a hug as we left and she made us promise to bring the Fish in after he'd come out. I also said that I had some nice evergreen colored dye that I might want to play with eventually, and that I'd be sure to bring the baby in if I was going to do that. She laughed and said sure.
So I might well get to be green for Emerald, eventually.
Getting home was nice. I was good and relaxed. No more contractions. Yay! John served up more ice cream and asked for hot chocolate, so I made hot chocolate and broke a brownie in half on top of each dish of ice cream. It was very yummy. We watched a little TV to let me digest and then John tucked me into bed to sleep and went upstairs himself. I'm starting to think that it might be a good idea to put the bags into the car, but our plan has been to go home, get the bags and then go to the hospital as most early labor is still for a few hours of mild contractions before anything really happens. Still, when I heard "It's only going to take one good contraction!" it seems to be an indicator that things might go fast.
It's a little scary and a little exciting, all in all. I slept pretty well the first half of the night, spent two hours thinking of possibilities and then went back to sleep and dreamed of a little house at the foot of a mountain with greenery, a pond (with Fezzik in it), and a boy child running around, shouting with laughter.