I’ve always been a procrastinator. In elementary school, I put off reports and projects as long as possible and then got everything done at the last minute. Things didn’t get any better in college, I just had to work a little harder at the last minute. At work it’s the same thing. Every task gets put off as long as possible until I end up working on about 10 things at once killing myself to get everything done. Shae’s a bit of a procrastinator herself. In fact, sometimes she makes it seem like I’m just an amateur compared to her. She puts off doing every little task around the house until everything is a huge job.
Of course everything is completely different with the babies. Shae and I have had everything ready for their arrival for weeks. The nursery is ready, the car seats are installed, and the whole house is clean and ready. Or not. To say we aren’t quite ready would be an understatement. Of course, we still have lots of time to get everything set up. Or not.
On Monday night, Shae went in for one of her non-stress tests. I guess something didn’t look right because on Tuesday we got a call from the doctor’s office saying we needed to go in for an ultrasound. Shae had an appointment with her doctor on Wednesday morning and the ultrasound was scheduled for Wednesday afternoon. We figured there wasn’t much to worry about, but just in case I tagged along to the appointments.
There wasn’t much unusual about the doctor’s appointment at first. The doc asked if everything was OK and took a quick look to see what position they were in (Ella is head down, Jackson’s not as cooperative and is all over the place). The fun part came when we asked if there was anything we should tell them to look for in the ultrasound that afternoon. She told us that the babies’ AFI (basically, the amniotic fluid level) was low and that it might be time to get the kids out. I guess the levels were low for a “normal” pregnancy, but she wanted the high-risk pregnancy specialist that does the ultrasounds to take a look. At this point, we were starting to think there was a chance we could be parents by bedtime. When the doctor said goodbye and added “Maybe I’ll be seeing you guys in a few hours” and told us not to worry about scheduling an appointment for next week since we may not need it, we really went into panic mode.
At this point all Shae and I could think about was all the crap we had been putting off that we had to do in the next five hours. I ran into work and tied up a few loose ends, talked to my supervisor, and basically tried to get everything setup in case I was going to be gone. Shae made a run to Babies R Us to pick up some stuff we needed and packed up the hospital bags we would need if we went right from the appointment to the hospital. Basically, we both spent the time before our appointment in a daze of excitement crossed with what I would call “Oh-crap!-ness”. It was an interesting day, to say the least.
So at 3:00 Shae and I were sitting in the ultrasound room thinking of all the crap we didn’t get done and trying to figure out how we were going to get ready while the tech was looking at the babies. When she got to the part where they check the fluid levels we both got interested and paid close attention. Since the main reason we were there was that the fluid had been low on Monday night, the tech measured a few extra times. I’m not sure what happened on Monday, but the AFI was right where it was supposed to be on Wednesday afternoon (actually, the fluid levels were pretty high which I guess is good) and we didn’t have to go to the hospital for a C-section. So after all of our running around and panicking we were right back where we were on Monday morning: waiting for the kids.
We don’t know when the babies are going to get here, but we do know it’s going to be soon. Shae has another appointment on Tuesday and we’ll probably schedule a C-section for sometime in the next couple of weeks (with Jackson not cooperating with his positioning Shae pretty much has to get a C-section). At least now we have time to do all of the things we have been putting off. On second thought, we still have a week or two, what’s on TV?
“I want these little $*@&ers out of me!”
–Shizzle (I think she’s ready to meet her babies)