Oops, overdid

Yesterday I had to call the hospital because I was stupid.

Carl was supposed to be driving down to Toronto last night, although as it turned out he ended up working until 2 am and wisely decided not to then get on the road. So it was a good chance to send a few things down Toronto-wards and I started to pack a couple of boxes, mostly books. (Despite my best efforts, our books have multiplied since we got here - mostly Carl is to blame but I have contributed, as did Christmas.) I thought I was being careful, taking only a few books off the shelves at a time but the last batch on the bottom shelf I grabbed what was left and moved kinda fast.

Ow! Abdominal pain! I was pretty sure it was nothing serious - witch baby was moving, no blood, etc. etc., but eventually the anxiety overcame reasonableness and I called and said "I think I just need reassurance," got a long list of things to check out, and ended up with a list of warning signs and an okay. And a scolding, in a nice way.

Moving into our house isn't going to be any fun, is it? Well, some fun. But not the usual fun!

I'm really bad at this light activity stuff.

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From babycenter.com (27 weeks): Your baby now weighs a little under 2 pounds and measures about 14 inches, from head to heel. The nerve pathways in her ears are developing, which means her response to sounds is growing more consistent. Her lungs are developing now, too, as she continues to take small breaths of amniotic fluid — good practice for when she's born and takes that first breath of air. If you're having a boy, his testicles are beginning to descend into his scrotum — a trip that will take about two to three days.

After the next couple of weeks we'll be in the "if born prematurely could survive" territory. We may actually already be there, although I know from my aunt that despite all the wonderful survival tales of 27 weeks on, there are a number you don't hear about (kind of like that 98 in 100 births stat no one clues you in about). I don't know whether to feel glad - I mean of course it's a good thing! Yay survival! - or petrified.

Up until now when I've wondered if the baby is moving enough, I've also kind of known that it might not really matter. But from here on in, if there were a problem and I caught it early, there would be options. (Ow. The baby just kicked me hard.) So monitoring gets important. I'm thinking again of renting a doppler.

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Compliment of the day: one of the apartment staff said to me in the hall today: "you're doing so well! You look perfect! Some people gain so much." A part of me winced, because, well, a) it hasn't been my doing and in fact I needed to gain more! and b) I need to walk more and most importantly c) how much weight someone gains is not all that completely relevant if what she meant is "you're not a big porker" - like at any weight, someone can be heavy and healthy or a QUOTE UNQUOTE normal weight and really unhealthy.

But it was still a nice compliment. I'll take it. She obviously has kids, because most people don't think to compliment pregnant women on their slender build. :-)