I’m sitting on a plane, somewhere above Colorado. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m 2 hours into my 4 and a half hour flight to Washington DC and that’s my best guess. Thankfully, our pilot doesn’t like to inform us of things except when they are and are not illuminating the seatbelt sign. As if the loud “PING” and the light itself weren’t indicators of the change.
I’m thinking about Lori and the girls a lot right now.
Due to the nature of the pregnancy, we have to have an ultrasound every two weeks. We’ve gotten to the point where we actually understand what it’s showing on that screen.
I don’t speak much when I’m in there. I always feel like it would be awkward. Usually I just hang out by Lori’s side and think, “That’s the bladder. Those are the kidneys. That’s a foot pushing on someone’s head.” I also go over the different qualities of our ultrasound technician. After meeting so many, I can’t help it and I know that Lori is doing the same. We always compare notes when they leave the room. We don’t like Karen.
Typically, we have zero news to deliver. They are growing and the amount they weigh is usually the only thing that changes. (they are both around 4 pounds now) Yesterday it was different.
The amount of fluid around baby B was not ideal. They put Lori on 24-hour bed rest and told her to come back in the follow day (today) to redo the scan. We both think that it’s an error on the part of the ultrasound tech. She was having trouble getting certain measurements and so we hope the revisit will show it was just a hard reading. I hope the appointment ends with a “Keep up the good work and keep drinking lots of water. “
With this news (no matter how much we talk ourselves out of it) I can’t help but worry. I would elaborate, but I feel like “worry” really covers it.
Before I left, I made sure to demand she “take it easy” while I was gone. Like me saying that would change her behavior. She’s so incredibly independent and headstrong that I know the only way she will “take it easy” is if she wants to. It’s one of the things that makes, Lori, Lori, and I’m 100% positive she will pass that on to our girls. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m in the window seat. 30F. I noticed my computer was a different color so I looked out the window and noticed the sun going down. This sunset is very red and curvy. My computer reads 4:05. Flying east always makes the day so short.
I’m on this trip to visit my sister. After I touch down in DC, I’m catching another flight down to Charleston so I can meet my new nephew. This is my first trip to Charleston since Hilliary and Francois moved there. I’m really looking forward to seeing how things are going for them and how they are settling into their new role as parents.
It’s so crazy how things sneak up on you. My sister and I are adults. Wasn’t it just yesterday we were reading Where’s Waldo books and eating as much mac and cheese as possible? I wonder how she’ll be? Will being a mom make her a different person? I guess I’ll find out in a few hours.
My battery looks angry. I better get back to my book and give this guy a rest.
Lori, I miss you already. side-wave
update:
Okay, since I haven’t posted this yet (there wasn’t time between my flights) I’ll just include it along with this first post.
The Tech wasn’t bad at measuring the fluids. They really were on the low side. They issued Lori a week of bed rest to get her fluids back up and if that doesn’t do it, she might remain that way until delivery.
Well crap.
Now I really wish I was home with her. Who’s going to get her cool whip? Who’s going to bring her milk or orange juice? Looks like Carrie and Paul are going to have their hands full. ☺
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