Danger Zone

I have now entered into what I have been referring to as the pregnancy danger zone. I'm 32 weeks now and this is when I started having complications my last pregnancy. I failed a non-stress test at my 32 week appointment with the high risk practice and took my first trip to the PET unit. It was all downhill from there and T ended up being delivered 1 1/2 weeks later. Luckily, it is not an overly dangerous danger zone. As long as I can make it at least another 1-2 weeks, the risk of long term complications is fairly low. A lot of children born at 33 1/2 weeks like T was will have some lingering respiratory problems, but T has not and he has really been the epitome of perfect health, despite remaining pretty small until recently. I go for a scan at the high risk practice on Monday where I will get to see my favorite doctor, who I have yet to see this pregnancy. Keep your fingers crossed that the little guy is still growing well.

I had an appointment last Tuesday at the regular OB's office. I was supposed to see my OB the Friday before, but the appointment was canceled because she was sick and she was on vacation last week, so I had to see one of the other doctors. My doctor seems to be on vacation very frequently and is often sick, which sort of sucks because, while I like her, I don't care for either of her partners and the one I saw on Tuesday I like even less now. He acted like he had never met me before even though I had just had an appointment with him a few weeks ago. During the course of the exam, he referred to something "my husband" would need to help me with. Really, I don't understand why some doctors are such ignorant fools. I mean if you are not going to bother to read a patient's chart, why, in this day and age, would you assume that just because you have a pregnant woman in front of you that there is a husband in the picture? Now, I will need to complain to my doctor about her partner, which is a bit tedious.

One thing I did learn is the my uterus is now up to my sternum, which probably explains why I have been having some trouble breathing. I'm carrying very high at the moment. At some point, this baby will need to move forward and carve out some new territory. I can't see how there is much other room left -- I keep saying that, but then the little guy just finds some other organ to displace. The stealth pregnancy continues. I'm sure if I make it to term, I will likely look more pregnant, but it has not happened yet.