Today is amnio day.
I have to say, I'm relieved. I stressed about this endlessly, and eventually, I kind of fretted myself out. I think it's going to be fine, I really do.
You're supposed to arrive with a full bladder. Although this time, I'm going for moderation.
The last time I went in for an ultrasound, I'd chugged almost a liter of water (they said full, right?). And I had another half-liter at the ready, in case I wasn't full enough for them.
Turns out I was. They had to keep stopping and sending me to the bathroom, because the little lemon wasn't in a great position and didn't really have room to move.
It was kind of wild. She showed me my bladder filling (all that insidious water, continually sneaking in). And then she'd send me off to pee again.
In case you have to have one of these. A liter is overkill.
I assumed the full bladder was so that the baby would get pressed forward so that it would be easier to see. Like, you know when you were a kid, and you mashed your face against the airplane window, trying to see what's below, or count clouds or whatever? Admittedly, I still do this.
Anyway. That's what I was picturing.