This has been, by far, the worst week of my pregnancy. I sort of feel like I've been waiting for this shoe to drop. TTC was so hard that it seemed unreal that pregnancy was so easy.
First, we had our second ultrasound and the kidney issue has not resolved itself as of yet. The right kidney is measuring too large (the perinatalogist said it was measuring a 7 - 7, what? I don't have the foggiest. And the left, which is fine, is measuring a 5.) She said the baby will need to have its kidneys looked at right after birth and that we should come back for one more check before delivery. ugh. This issue could resolve on its own within 2 years, but we will need to be super alert for signs of infection. Or...it could be worse. I'm staying away from Dr. G00gle this time but the technical term is something like the kidney pelvis dilation.
Second, I failed the stupid one hour baby sugar test by the tiniest bit and now I have to waste 4 hours of my last vacation day at the hospital taking the three hour test. And I can't eat before. Hungry, hospital, bored, blood taken every hour - this is not the making of a good day. Damn gestational diabetes. Damn you.
Third, the lady who is supposed to teach our childbirth class is giving us the run around and I'm afraid I'll give birth before our class is even over. As of now, we'll be going until week 37. What!!??
Just so you know it's not all bad, we spent a lovely weekend in NYC. We walked, ate, shopped and checked out the new G@p Home for nursery stuff. We bought this adorable organic pea pod chew toy. Look, the baby is already playing with it. A lovely day. One person even offered me her seat on the subway. That felt nice.