Tales of a Worrying Mother

I think it is no surprise that my baby is growing each and every day and with that, so is my midsection. No biggie. A real highlight of my day is lying down at night and feeling him move around. It just gives my heart peace when I can feel him being active. This past week I think our little guy definitely went through a growth spurt of sorts because for a few days I didn’t feel him quite as often and I was exhausted.

When I explained to my mom that I hadn’t been feeling him move as frequently, she suggested I call the doctor. This got me worried. I didn’t realize it would be something I would need to call the doctor for! So I called my doctors office and they told me a nurse would call me in 30-45 minutes. An hour later a nurse calls me back and instructs me to eat a candy bar and then sit still for an hour and count his movements. If I didn’t feel him move 5-10 times in that hour, I needed to go straight to labor and delivery.

The words ‘labor and delivery’ were something I was definitely not ready to hear. Yes, I am almost 31 weeks but I am still in denial about the whole labor process. I love being pregnant and I can’t wait to be a mom, but I am not yet thinking about how this baby is going to get here. Okay, that’s a huge lie. I think about it all the time and it completely scares me to death, so I try not to think about it. Anyways, those words were too serious for me! I just wanted her to ask me to come in so that we could listen to the heartbeat…

Right after I got off the phone I called Matt, in a bit of hysterics, and asked him to bring me a candy bar. Then on second thought I asked him to actually just get a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles on top from Krispy Kreme (my recent obsession).

I ate the donut and then sat still and what do you know, sugar did the trick. Within 10 minutes I felt him move four times. I needed to get that fifth movement though, so I ate a fruit roll up and then he moved some more. Our boy definitely likes his sugar.

I was so relieved to feel him move!!! I think because he is getting bigger, he has less room to move and so his movements are less distinct than they used to be... I am not really sure.

I am so grateful for our little boy and for each and every one of his movements that confirms to me he is doing okay.  

Although this story may feel anti-climactic, it certainly ended the way I hoped it would. I think it also was a good stepping stone for me to start realizing that one day (relatively soon) I will be going to labor and delivery and that I better comes to terms with it. I can’t believe how fast my pregnancy has and continues to go by! Before I know it, we will be bringing little our little boy home from the hospital. (That’s the part I like to think about… I can’t wait!!)