Well, since Kirin’s at 42 weeks even now, they had us back in today for more check-uppery.  They managed to actually get her back her ID this time (which is good, as she had to hand over her driver’s license since they lost her medical card last time), and all.  The same “wonderful” receptionist was there – the only really annoyance of note is that she evidently had no concept of when people got there – so she was asking folks to speak up if they were first.   But it seemed to be a bunch of people who actually knew her/worked at the hospital, and us.  And we came in last, so it was pretty straightforward.

Tests went well – they did a NST (Non-stress Test – basically measuring when/how intense contractions were, and also the baby’s heart rate)   Puntypaws decided to be, well, awake, this time, so the NST only lasted 20 minutes (instead of the 40 it took last time), and looked just fine, evidently.   We also, in the process, discovered that with the sound turned up too far, the heartbeat sounds roughly like a dog barking.

They decided to do an ultrasound, too, on a whim (like, it wasn’t scheduled or anything – they basically asked if she’d had one scheduled, we said no, they said “we can probably get you in anyway”) to check the fluid levels.  They found her to be a quart low, and so tried to top her off with ultrasound gel.  Well, okay, actually everything was fine, but they -did- try to use about a quart of gel in the process.  The doctor said she was the messy type, and we all had a laugh or three.

Puntypaws evidently may have dropped some, position-wise, which is good (still holding out hope on things deciding to go naturally before Monday to spare the C-section).