off by a long shot?

Not that it's even necessary...but to all attentive readers: Until today I "confess" I had yet to bee seen by a midwife, OBGYN, ultrasound technician  or the needle pusher that enjoys sucking your blood in order to feed themselves and/or their family.  By my best calculations of 28 weeks, that's apparently a long time to wait for all that.  Well, according to modern medical convention thinking.  These days that's  gossip worthy.  Ha, all the more reason not to have told any local ears from the get-go of the pregnancy.  No need to answer the typical question of, "who's your doctor?" which typically spirals down to "Oh, don't you think you should get that checked out?" and then on to .....welp, gossip of my maternal shortcomings.  Good thing all sanctimommies have been spared so far.  

Mav and I made our way to the most popular and most expensive midwife's office about noon which was running behind due to a birthing, on the other side of the mountain, yesterday.  No big deal.  Mav had the girls' kindle fire and kept himself occupied gaming the entire time.  I'd never been in this office.  Had always wanted to try a home birth, but could never convince Mike to allow himself the experience of  the after birth happening in his home either.  So, the closest thing to that was delivering Maverick in a Phoenix birthing center within a screaming ten minutes of arrival.  We were privileged with, "We put the placenta in a bag and in the freezer in case you wanted it, would you like to take it?"

"Really? Why?"

"Some people like to take it for ceremonial purposes, thus....dispose of it later."  Ok.  Weird.  We declined and gave them permission to dispose of it themselves.  The best part of that experience was going home two hours later.  No pesky sleep depriving vital sign interruptions and/or unwelcome "I know you've nursed all your other babies but I still have to do my job and tell you how to nurse your baby" annoyances.  So, no maternity ward staff was blessed with eye rolls or any other signs of  "you're becoming a real pain in the hoo ha" from me.

After a few routine questions in which we visit my medical and not so perfect child bearing history, we finally get down to the baby at hand.  Blood pressure's good.  Heart beat is healthy, but some what hidden and....wait a minute.  Hang on.  The measurement is not just a little off according to 28 weeks.  It's way off....more like 34 weeks.  Er....umm...is that an uh-oh?  Like, what kind of an uh-oh?  Well, it could be anything. It could be a fibroid tumor, it could be the placenta is  all sitting in the front, it could be actually 34 weeks [thus putting the birth up to March instead of April] or....it could be twins.  Excuse me?  Did she just say what I think she said?  All of the above would explain some of the movements that I don't ever remember experiencing.  Something like that of major baby shifts further towards the back, once in a while major discomforts like the lower abdominal muscles are getting another painful stretch to the point of even putting this oven into a standing fetal position...etc. How do I feel about an ultrasound?  Paula can't stop  repeating how vital it is to get one.  Ok.  Whatever needs to be done to get to the bottom of what is now a mystery.  Well, not exactly "whatever" but....an ultrasound doesn't sound harmful.

So, there we have it.  Time to make some insurance calls to see if we can get that ultrasound covered.  Is there some alien-like phenomenon complicating everything within or ..... ??