35 weeks, 2 days

Well it has been a weird couple of days. Yesterday my OB called me (and of course I miss his bloody call) and left me a voicemail message saying that he wanted to see me sooner and that he wants me to have more CTGs (enter major panic right here!!).

I automatically call DH letting him know what my OB had called me about, thankfully he had his level head on and told me that it is just probably a precaution and Dr D just probably wants to keep an eye on me until I have bub (God that he can so easily calm me down before I have a full blown panic attack).

So I try calling my OB back and the phone is engaged (typical), so I decided I would start making arrangements for Lachlan. I rang my parents and as usual they are fantastic and happy to drop everything to look after him. I also contact my sister as Lachlan and I were meant to have coffee with her and she is happy to come to the hospital with me. God I love my family.

I called my birthing suits and organise my CTG and they are more then happy for me to come in when ever I like.

When I finally call my OBs office he is off delivering a baby so I talk to his receptionist and she makes a sooner appointment for me and makes sure that I have organised a CTG at my birthing hospital.

When I am at the hospital the CTG trace was perfect and bub was perfectly happy, so I am slightly worried about what my OB is not telling me. He hasn't rung me back and I am thinking that he won't as I have an appointment with him tomorrow at 8.30am so which means I will have a CTG before that so it will be an early start for Lachlan and I tomorrow.