Fuck

Peanut failed his non-stress test this morning. This was after I spent yesterday evening/last night freaking out because he is moving a lot less than normal. He is usually rocking the casbah in there, keeping me up all night, hiccuping all morning, and moving my entire abdomen from side to side, especially after I eat. Last night I ate and felt nothing, but kept telling myself to stop being a paranoid asshole. I eventually drank a Sprite, lay down on my left side, and poked the shit out of him until he moved around enough for me to feel I didn't need to call the on-call. I ate and drank a big glass of juice this morning before the test and though he moved some, his HR didn't accelerate as much as it should and there wasn't much variability to it. The midwife wasn't pleased that he is now completely posterior instead of having his butt against my side. All I feel now are knobby knees and elbows. That does not bode well for putting enough pressure on my cervix for labor.

I see the Perinatologist for a Biophysical Profile at 3:15 today. If it's crappy, they'll likely induce. If it's still fine, I will see the OB on Monday for another NST. That is, if I can keep myself from going loony with dead baby thoughts until then.

Any way you slice it, it's looking less and less like we will let Mother Nature wait until 42 weeks. However, at this point, I am so freaked out that I will gladly just have a section this afternoon than live in terror of a stillbirth for days.

I'll update as I'm able.