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I did the test. It was gross. I went with fruit punch flavor which I am told NOW is the worst. Oh well.
Anyway. He drew my blood. I didn’t actually have an U/S today which is the FIRST TIME I’ve been in my OB’s office without one. It was weird and disappointing. He always does one. And I think I’ll have one next time because it’ll be my first appointment of the third tri, and the day before my birthday-CRAZY that I’m just a few weeks away from the third tri. I hit 23 weeks on the nose today.
He did listen to her heartbeat and said it was perfect. I also asked him point blank about my weight gain. He said it and my blood pressure look just fine. He understood my concerns and said that he feels the same way in the winter-heavy and bloated, and he’s NOT pregnant. He is SUCH a sweet doctor. I’m so glad I chose him. Anyway, he said If I can manage slightly less than a pound a week for the rest of the pregnancy I’ll be right on track. A few pounds more or less would be okay too, but he said he was happy with how I was managing. It made me feel much, much better. It also vindicated to me that those stupid BMI calculators just suck. DON’T use them. They just make you feel bad about yourself.
But anyway, they did my blood draw and said under normal circumstances I would probably hear tomorrow, but we’re getting MORE snow tomorrow, and being in the south we just shut down with that, so it could be Thursday. That’s fine really. I’m fine. I either passed or I didn’t. I was feeling a MAJOR sugar crash by the end of the one hour wait-anyone else have that? I hadn’t eaten since about 8:45 am and the blood draw was at 2:25 pm. Afterwards I had the super healthy snack of french fries, unsweet tea, and FROZEN CUSTARD. I felt better after that.
My doc also gave me the preregistration paperwork for the hospital. I asked him if I really needed to do a childbirth class or if I could just trust him? I believe my exact words were “My expectations for this birth are to have as many drugs as you can give me and to go home with the baby that’s in my belly-I don’t really care how you make that happen.” He and the nurse thought that was hilarious, but he said he appreciated my trust in him and he didn’t feel like a class was necessary. He said that he felt confident he could get me through the birth-it’s kind of his job.
I don’t have anything against classes or birth plans. They’re just not for me. And my husband is a full time military man and a full time student. He’s not home at night ever right now. So I would have to go by myself or find someone else to go. It’s just not ideal. But I am going to get preregistered and we’re looking into a good pediatrician in our area. My OB didn’t have a ton of recommendations for our area of the metro since he’s in a different area, but he did mention one clinic that we’re looking at. If I could get Cooper from Private Practice to be our pediatrician that would make me very happy. Damn it that he’s a fictional character.
In other news, my wedding ring was feeling tight the other night. I had read that once it starts to feel tight you should just go ahead and take it off before it has to be cut off, so I did. And it made me so. sad. I’ve replaced it with another ring I have that’s quite lovely. I’ve never worn it because I bought it at an antique store and it was a size too big when I got it, and I just never took the time to get it sized. Blessing in disguise now. It’s beautiful. It’s sort of deco and has diamonds on it, and I do love it. I wouldn’t have bought it if I didn’t, but it’s not my wedding ring. I love my wedding ring. It took me forever to find. It’s a filigree ring with diamonds and flowers on it. It’s very special. I’ll be happy to get back into it.
I think that’s all I’ve got. I’ve had four snow days in two weeks and enjoyed lots of kitten snuggles, but I am feeling a little stir crazy. I’m a killjoy, but I’d be happy if the stuff tomorrow missed us.
Happy Tuesday, Friends.