ANOTHER 28 weeks and a trip to hospital

No, I'm not writing a blog about the sequel to some zombie movie.

Today's blog should have been 29 weeks, but after seeing th OB this morning, we've decided to take the countdown back a week. Here's why: April 16th was, in fact, my original due date (based on when I got pregnant.) We got the April 9th date during our 12 week scan, when the sonographer dude measured Louey as being 13 weeks. Of course, no pregnant woman in history would knock back losing a week of her total pregnancy. So I GLADLY thanked him and bumped my due date up a week. But in effect, Louey has always measured with the original dates. Today, the OB said Louey was 28 weeks, and his head and leg measurements were right on target. So I've decided that it would be better to go back to the original dates (of April 16th.) Keeping the earlier date means I would probably "go late" and no one wants that. "Haven't you delievered yet?" and "You still pregnant?!" will not be spoken come April. Also, Ashton came right on the OB's due date, but 3 days after mine.

Sunday night, I learned the hard way that pregnancy and the hot summer sun are not a good combo. Sunday was another hot, beautiful day, so we decided to take Bob's boat out for the day. We spent hours out, played on the beach, cruised the lakes, and the boys fished. Fast forward to bed time and I hit the hay early, complaining of a headache. Around 1:30am, I woke up with the worst pain in my stomach (not bump related) and had to wake Dan to get me some water and indigestion tablets. Neither helped. As the pain got worse, Dan got out of bed, telling me to get dressed, he was going to take me to the hospital. I thought I'd head to the kitchen for a drink when I felt sick and thought I might throw up. Instead, I crashed into the wall, falling over. I heard Dan yell "Did you just fall over?" And I remember answering "yes." But that was it. Next thing I know, Dan's shaking me awake, lying on the floor. I thought I was in bed!! I could hear him calling 000 (our 911) and telling them his pregnant wife had collapsed. Scary stuff. I got dragged off to the hospital and checked out. Baby Louey was checked too and both of us turned out to be okay. For me, it was more terrifying, returning to the maternity ward, since I haven't been back there since Gabe died. But we all survived the visit.

Doctor's diagnosis was: severe dehydration. And today, the OB told me I normally have really low blood pressure and he's not surprised I fainted. I've been formally warned to be careful during these hot days.

In other baby news...it seems Baby Louey does NOT understand the laws of gravity and is sitting upright. I.E.- he should be upside down, head down. But no....not my child. All the movement and kicks I thought I felt, are actually his arms. And while I thought I was poking him in the bum...turns out to be is head. Good going mum! He's got 8 weeks to turn around or he'll be in BIG TROUBLE!!!!!!!!