As Gym Hottie had said, “No news is good news, I guess.” As a repeat low-risk pregnancy, I just had nothing to give him when he asked how my 22-week prenatal visit went. I went in with one question in mind and knew that my appointment would be over in less the time it took me to drive there. The midwife and I went over the regular appointment conversation starter and I always say it and, of course, said it again, “Oh, ya know, just being the most boring pregnancy ever.”
We let the boring continue and did my vitals. You guessed it: a normal blood pressure, normal weight gain, my ultrasound results measured normally, and a perfect fetal heartbeat from inside my uterus.
Boooring Normal. The midwife then noted that we would now be starting my fundal height measurements from now on. Fundal height refers to “a measure of the size of the uterus used to assess fetal growth and development during pregnancy. It is measured from the top of the mother’s uterus to the top of the mother’s pubic bone in centimeters.” She busts out the tape measure and expecting nothing of what surely should be exactly measuring 22 weeks pregnant, I actually was not a bit moved when she said I was actually measuring 25 weeks. Yeah, I easily could be like, “What?! Holy shit! My due date is wrong!” Instead I was like, “Really? That must be why I felt like I showed early,” in my most not-surprised boring voice.
The midwife assured me that my early suspicions from an early baby bump were solely due to subsequent pregnancies. Not believing my hesitant acceptance of that answer, she goes on to say that my uterus is up higher at the moment, my ultrasound measurements measured 22 weeks, and everything else points to 22 weeks. I half-believed that response because I did feel tons of pressure when she was feeling the baby, who actually was right up near my rib cage. With that bit of news, I left just as I would if it was like any other boring prenatal appointment. While I think I need to have excitement in gestating this baby I cannot see, I also know and am grateful that it’s a normal, boring pregnancy. Actually, I think I have plenty of excitement chasing a breastfeeding toddler. I was not worried, scared, or panicked whatsoever with the news I was measuring three weeks ahead. My logic is, “What’s the point of freaking out?” I’m still the most boring pregnancy ever.
How boring or exciting was your pregnancy?
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