I had another routine doctor's appointment today. My blood pressure was 124/73 (or something close to that) and I am fat - I put on 6 pounds in a week and a half. However, no one at my doctor's office seems at all concerned with the amount of weight I've put on lately so I guess it's okay still. I really didn't think I had gained much this time between my appointments, but I was wrong.
I am now 2 cm dilated but the baby is still "floating around" and hasn't "locked into position" yet according to my doctor. So he could still potentially turn into a breach position though that's not too likely.
My doctor was having trouble getting a good heart rate reading from the little guy with the hand held device so she put me on the fetal monitor. It was supposed to be for 15-20 minutes but I think they forgot about me and I was on it for about 50 minutes. Luckily Brian showed up after about 30 minutes and entertained me. He had been there already for 20 minutes (he was a couple of minutes late due to a lunch meeting) but since my appointments are usually so short he figured he'd just wait until I was done. I was so glad he found me though because then he could open the door to the room to let it cool down some. I was starting to think my fingers were going to burst because they were so swollen in that hot, stuffy room. And by opening the door, it reminded the nurse and doctor that I was still in there.
The doctor said the baby's heart rate looked good and there were 3-4 contractions in that 50 minutes which is good. They weren't consistent, but they were there. I really only felt one, and it was really mild.
I'm going back to the hospital tomorrow for an echocardiogram. My doctor wanted one done since I have a heart murmur. I think it's to make her feel more comfortable about my labor and delivery since she doesn't know much about what my condition really is.
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