I was supposed to go in for my ultrasound tomorrow.... but woke up this morning and thought it would be a good idea to go today. If I kept the appointment for tomorrow, I would have to take Colin out of school early, and then what would I do if something went wrong and I got bad news with my 6 year old in the room.
Luckily, they were able to get me in today. Mark already had plans with one of his clients to golf today, but Jeanne thankfully offered to meet me up at the appointment.
I packed my hospital bag and left it in the trunk of the SUV... just in case. I'm so tired of being out of control that the one little bit of control.. such as making sure that I have MY stuff in case of an emergency... gives me a lot of satisfaction.
3 weeks ago we were told that Reagan would never be over the 10th percentile. No hope, no way, no how. The best possible situation would be if she did get to the 10th percentile, but that was unlikely. He told me, as I sat there fighting back tears to not scare Colin, that the most realistic goal would be that she wouldn't drop any lower than she already had (which at this point was the 6th percentile).
Lo and behold my little monkey proved him wrong and weighed in at an estimated 4lbs 3oz, putting her in the 19TH percentile. So take that, Doc!
I can't wait to see my OB tomorrow and tell him the good news... especially considering he already knows I didn't like the other doctor to begin with (talk about terrible bedside manner).
I am so so SO proud of my little "roo" and am so happy that she has decided to quit the "drama queen" act for the time being and behave herself... even if it's just for now. : )
