Did you ever notice that doctors, especially OB's, say some pretty strange things to you when you're visiting their office? Are they trying to be cute? Funny? What? Because, quite frankly, I find it annoying. But I'm hormonal and bitchy, so what do I know?
This wasn't my doctor, but another doctor in the practice who just came in to "check on me" during my NST. I suspect she was checking on me because my non-stress test today was not good when lying on my back. Duh. But that was the result of dealing with a nurse I have never dealt with before who obviously did not know my history (or how much I actually know about pregnancy gone haywire). So after 15 minutes of not much, I was unceremoniously rolled to my left side (which is no small task these days) and monitored for another 20 minutes. Necessitating a "check" by a doctor (just in case there was bad news, I'm guessing). Dr. A declared the strip another TOB (thing of beauty).
Baby Myles has most definitely flipped positions. I could hear him moving all around on the monitor but couldn't feel much of anything. I'm thinking breech presentation facing my back. Guess it doesn't matter, since he's not coming out the old-fashioned way anyway.
Which leads to the big announcement. If the hospital lab confirms they can process samples on that day, we are planning for amnio and delivery on Sunday, November 25th. Yes, it's a Sunday. Yes, it's the Sunday after Thanksgiving. So there is a good possibility the lab will say, "hell no." We shall see. It has to be done sometime around the holiday, because Dr. A will be unavailable the week after. He's still technically in the military and is signed up for close quarters combat training. He seemed really excited about it. (Boys!)