Did you notice that we are now in SINGLE-DIGITS, people??? As in LESS THAN 10 days to go. No, I am not entertaining the idea that this baby will be late. I am thinking positively, as in, I positively want to have this baby, like, now.

I actually thought we were onto something this morning. I had spent yesterday afternoon with Mom, walking on her treadmill for an hour and then walking through her neighbourhood for a half-hour. I was definitely feeling a lot of pelvis pressure, so I went to bed last night hoping for the best.

This morning, I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and started to head to the bathroom (as usual) for the first of many pees for the day. As soon as I started to get out of bed, I had a HUGE contraction-type pain, along with major back pain. It hurt as I walked to the bathroom, and continued to hurt even after I peed.

I got back in bed and the pain slowly tapered down, but it was still present. I laid awake until Darling Husband got home from work around 5 a.m., and told him to go straight to sleep “in case this is it, and I need you later!”

I ended up dragging my semi-sore body to the couch, so I could squirm around without waking him up. I read for a while and fell back asleep, and the pain tapered off into nothing but period-type cramps. Boo!

Darling Husband went back to work shortly after noon (yes, I know, he is a trooper!), and I dragged Little Dog outside for a walk. She was surprised when I continued to walk beyond our usual stopping point. I was a woman on a mission! I walked and walked and walked all around our neighbourhood. Poor Little Dog was exhausted, but she kept on truckin’. I started to feel that pressure-y feeling again my pelvis, so it motivated me to keep going.

After about an hour, I stopped in at the in-laws’ place to visit (and drink some water … and pee). And then we did some more walking on the way home. Now that I’m back inside, there is still definitely pelvic pressure, but nothing else seems to be happening.

Perhaps I should remind the baby that Dr. L is only on duty tomorrow and Sunday, so WE NEED TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN, SOON???

I got some unsettling news at today’s 38-week OBGYN appointment. Remember when I did the swab to test for Group B Strep?

I got the results today, and I tested positive.

I still can’t believe it. It’s taken me hours to pull myself together enough to write this post. I hate that I have something I can’t control (and couldn’t control getting) that could hurt my baby.

I was very calm in the appointment, when Dr. L told me. I think I was calm because she was so calm. She said it wasn’t a big deal — I would just be placed on antibiotics when I arrived at the hospital in labour. Easy-peasy.

• If you test positive but don’t do anything, your baby has 1 in 200 chance of getting Group B Strep
• If you test positive and you do take antibiotics, the chance of the baby getting Group B Strep drops to 1 in 4,000

It’s best if you can get four hours of antibiotics before the baby is born, so they recommend you come in as soon as you’re in labour — none of the usual “wait until you are having so-and-so contractions at so-and-so intervals.”

Let’s focus on the one positive thing first: getting admitted as soon as I’m in labour, and not getting sent home. I know that the second I’m in labour, I will want to be in the hospital. I love hospitals (this one, at least). I love the security of knowing I’m surrounded by medical professionals, and that they will help me if anything goes wrong.

And now the negatives. There are risks to the baby, if they contract Group B Strep during delivery. I’m trying really, really hard not to think about these risks, as I’ve already spent a lot of time researching/sobbing over this keyboard.

I hate that I have tested positive, especially since I didn’t do anything wrong to get it — it’s just there. Now all we can do is scoot to the hospital and get started on the antibiotics as soon as I’m in labour, and pray that they protect our baby boy.

The rest of the appointment was fine. Just like last week, I did not get an internal exam — which was surprising, but … I guess just not necessary yet?

Dr. L had a medical student helping her out today, and I liked him very much. Cute Medical Student did my fundal height and the baby’s heartbeat, and it was his very first time doing both “on a real person.” I was honoured.

• Pee: Fine. No protein, no sugar.
• Weight: Up one pound. Meh.
• Blood pressure: 120 over 78
• Baby’s heartbeat: Loud and clear (in the 150s)
• Baby’s position: Still head down (“waaaay down”), but NOT fully dropped
• Fundal height: 39 cm (still measuring a week ahead!)