So far, so good! And he said I'm an excellent candidate for a VBAC. He felt her and said she's a small one, probably won't be any bigger than Caelen's 7lb 2ozs. (Right before he delievered her he felt my belly and said she was probably going to be 7lbs, so I think he likes to play a little guessing game with himself, but he seems to be good at it!) Anyway, her small size is an advantage (he said, she'd slide right out. I have a feeling that wouldn't be how I'd describe it.) He did an ultrasound and we saw her head positioned right where it should be. He was happy with my weight gain (or lack thereof: 20lbs total) and said they would let me go to 41 weeks before they would have to preform a C-section.
So I left feeling very happy and knowing that whatever happens, it's up to the Lord anyway. But at least everything we humans can control and forsee looks good.
Then I started my weekly NSTs (non-stress tests) at Labor & Delivery which is crazy because you have to get admitted to the hospital, go into L&D and get hooked up to some monitors. They monitor her heart rate along with activity and the ultrasound to measure the amniotic fluid. If either looks bad, they deliver your baby right then & there (either through induction or, in my case, C-section.) So you're totally admitted to the hospital should they need to do anything. Of course, I knew they wouldn't. In my case (a bad APF blood result, which was what had us sent down to the city to make sure our child would survive 20 weeks ago) rarely has any bad results during a NST. So of course she looked great and away I went.



