Twice a week.
I have to go to the hospital twice a week until the baby is born for a Non-stress test. Basically, I lay on a bed, and they strap these elastic things around my waist with a moniter hooked up to them. It's just so they can see if the baby's heart rate is good, and to see if I'm having contractions. Oh, and the more the baby moves, the better. I have to press this button everytime the baby moves. Well, it's an hour to myself. I get to watch Gilmore Girls on TV uninterrupted. Sweet. Joshua's been asking if he can be in the room when the baby comes out. I asked the nurse about it. She said it just depends on how mature he is. She said if we decide to have him in the room, that I should have an Epidural. That way I can stay calm. Because we all know what happened to me when I had Caleb the 10 pounder. No drugs equals crazy, screaming Mee-mee Karlene. That would not be good for Joshua to witness. It wasn't good for anyone to witness. We're still thinking about it. The nurse also said that someone other than my husband should be with Joshua. And that he could be behind the curtain when the baby actually comes out. That way he won't see anything gross. Bob's not too hip on the whole idea. I don't know if I am either. It's just that Joshua is the one that suggested it. Not me. I just worry if the baby takes a long time to come out. I know it's my third. But if the Dr. decides she wants to induce me earlier than my due date, it probably will take longer than expected to come out. That means Joshua will get bored. Also Caleb will probably get upset because he wouldn't be in there. When I was little I wanted to see my brother's being born. I wanted to be a nurse, just like both of my Grandma's were. Back then, the only thing we were aloud to see was the baby through the window in the nursery. I wish my brothers were born at home. That would've been really cool.