When I was little, one of my favorite movies was Pollyanna. Have you seen it? It always made me happy, and I always cried at the end. One of the things that makes Pollyanna so endearing is her attitude. She plays 'The Glad Game' in just about every situation, looking for the bright side of unhappy or hard things. I am so not Pollyanna.
But this week I am trying to play 'The Glad Game' regardless.
Hannah Mae produced yet another wonderful strip today during her NST. She's a sweet little wiggly girl who always manages to move just far enough away from the monitor to annoy the nurse, who has to readjust it. I am measuring 33.5 weeks, which is not too bad (I'm 34 weeks 2 days based on my doctor's EDD). Last week I was measuring 29.5 weeks, so I guess Hannah Mae had turned sideways or was balled up last week when I got measured.
The date for our amnio keeps getting shifted around and after discussing it today, Dr. Wonderful said he's going to talk to my high risk OB about doing it at 36 weeks 5 days or 36 weeks 6 days. This puts the amnio on May 6 or 7.
Not the 4th.
Seriously, I know... what's the difference in two or three days? Well, from where I'm sitting it feels like forever.
BUT I'm trying really hard to have some perspective and not completely freak out. If it's better for Hannah Mae, then I will gladly do it. I'm just struggling to believe that nothing will happen out of God's hands and just because we're waiting a few days doesn't mean that something will happen to her if we don't induce on Tuesday the 4th.
God is sovereign.
I've been praying for my doctors since I first got pregnant- that they would have wisdom and discernment. I need to trust them. Based on past experiences, this is almost impossible to do. With God, it is doable.
Dr. Wonderful told me to behave myself this week and give my mind a rest. I laughed. hard.
The good thing about God is that I don't have to perform in order for him to be faithful to me. He is faithful because of his character, not because I deserve it.
But, it is good advice to try to give my mind a break. The stress and worry and anxiety and fear and craziness is exhausting and doesn't do a darn thing.
I finished Hannah's laundry tonight. Well, it's finished until her shower on the 1st. Everything is put away in her dresser and organized neatly. I love opening up the drawers and looking at them... all pink and precious. We put the pack n play in our room. It's the perfect size for our bedroom and has a convenient changing table on top. We decided to leave the crib disassembled until our move in August. Our tiny one bedroom apartment is already bursting at the seams.
I've made a good dent on my to-do list, but I keep adding to it so it seems to be never-ending. I haven't finished her quilt yet, but it is definitely on my list for tomorrow. I have been working on her scrapbook though. I also finished Owen's scrapbook last week. It's wonderful, if I do say so myself. I worked on it for probably 5 hours straight. It goes from March 2007 when we found out we were pregnant up until his 2nd birthday. Each year, I plan on adding pictures from what we did to celebrate his birthday and remember him that year.
Hannah Mae had her first shower over the weekend. Chris' family threw us a shower on Saturday. It was really fun and a sweet time. I was nervous going at first... showers just aren't the same anymore... but once I got there, I relaxed and had a good time.
I laughed so hard it hurt. And it felt good.