Well, I’m creeping closer to the end of my 1st trimester, something I am really looking forward to! But alas, I really don’t have much to report, at least nothing exciting. On a heartwarming, mother note – my son Tyler has taken to screaming into my stomach and saying “Hi baby! I’m going to be your big brother!” It makes me laugh and excited because I’m happy that he is excited and looking forward to the new addition to our family.
Tyler has also been my “food” police on occasion. This past week I had a craving for BBQ chips, and as I was snacking one afternoon, he ever so politely (okay, not really, but it was humorous) reminded me that “Mom, I think you’ve had enough chips, you’re starting to pack on the pounds.” Along with the comment came a gentle pat on the tummy to drive his point home. I quickly reminded him, that mommy isn’t really “getting fat” she is simply “becoming more pregnant” as the baby grows. Which, believe it or not, is true! I still haven’t gained any weight; I’m shocked myself, but also relieved. I get up every morning, expecting a phenomenal increase in my weight, considering I’m starting to feel like a lard, but I am still holding steady. The trusty bathroom scale continues to report a weight of 143.5!
I did have to break down this past weekend and shop for some maternity pants. Getting ready for work in the morning has become a serious challenge. I just have nothing at the current moment that I can wear comfortably (except sweat pants). So I was able to find 4 pairs at JCPenney’s, and I am hoping they will last for a while, if not the entire pregnancy. Its not that my stomach is protruding and that I “look” pregnant (because really if you look at me, I look like I did over-indulge in a large bag of potato chips and ice cream) but there is SERIOUS comfort in elastic waistbands.
On a sad note, my brother and sister-in-law suffered a miscarriage last week. It is heartbreaking to them and we are all very sad. We were really looking forward to having cousins born within weeks of each other. But sadly, it seems the powers that be had a different plan. So, they will wait a few months and try again. It reminds me how precious this time is and it makes me even more anxious to get to the end of this 1st trimester and into the “safe” zone.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
1st Appointment, Confirming the Obvious.
So, today was my first official visit to the doctor to confirm what I already know to be true. Yep, I’m officially pregnant – 8 weeks, 2 days as a matter of fact. Having been through all of this before, I at least know what to expect in the coming months, I was NOT prepared however, for how my appointment would go this morning.
As per the courtesy call left on my answering machine, I arrived 15 minutes early to my appointment, to complete all necessary paperwork. UGH, paperwork. Not much to do in this department except fill the receptionist in on my name change and fill out for the 1000th time (or so it seems like it) the privacy rights paper that gives authorization for certain people to obtain my medical records if necessary. After I am through with the receptionist, I take my seat in the waiting room and begin working on the “questionnaire” I must give to the nurse.
And so, I sit, and I wait, and I start to get annoyed because I REALLY have to pee, something I didn’t do before arriving because I knew I would have to give a specimen. I watch ladies, old and young check in and also take their seats in the waiting room and then I also watch as most of them are called back BEFORE I am, which chaps my ass even more. After 20 minutes or more waiting and fidgeting and trying not to pee myself, I am called to go back. As I walk through the door and hand the nurse my clipboard I am instructed to label my cup and pee in it and then head to exam room 3. No problem.
THAT is until I waltz into the bathroom and am greeted by an un-flushed toilet . . . not just a number 1 mind you, a number 2. At this point, I am sooooo ready to pee my pants that I can’t take the time to chase down the nurse to report the nastiness . . . I quickly gasp for a breath of air and in I go-- flush the toilet with my foot, grab a cup, scribble my name, hover-pee and fill my cup in a swift move, open the little door to the “specimen” chamber and disinfect myself in the sink. I don’t know who was using the bathroom before me, but whoever that person is – LEARN TO FLUSH! It’s a common courtesy, not to mention SANITARY.
After the bathroom I waltz in to the exam room where the nurse takes my blood pressure and weight. Next its “bottoms” off and up on the exam table. I am informed that I will be seeing one of the nurse-midwives today, not an actual doctor. The midwife is pleasant and friendly, so I have no complaints; she does an ultrasound to check the baby and make sure everything is “normal.” It is, and I am quickly sent on my way and instructed that I will have to schedule an appointment for the “History & Initial Exam” appointment. I am scheduled to see a male doctor on my next visit, something I usually try to avoid; in fact I have NEVER had an exam by a male doctor, a fear I guess I will just have to get over.
So for now, all is well, no worries. I’m feeling pretty good, except for the exhaustion in the afternoon. I have been given a due date of April 18th and everything is starting to feel a little more real. Now that I have seen the tiny little “blob” on screen and I know for a fact that its in there, I’m a little more excited and anxious for the next 7 months to fly by!
As per the courtesy call left on my answering machine, I arrived 15 minutes early to my appointment, to complete all necessary paperwork. UGH, paperwork. Not much to do in this department except fill the receptionist in on my name change and fill out for the 1000th time (or so it seems like it) the privacy rights paper that gives authorization for certain people to obtain my medical records if necessary. After I am through with the receptionist, I take my seat in the waiting room and begin working on the “questionnaire” I must give to the nurse.
And so, I sit, and I wait, and I start to get annoyed because I REALLY have to pee, something I didn’t do before arriving because I knew I would have to give a specimen. I watch ladies, old and young check in and also take their seats in the waiting room and then I also watch as most of them are called back BEFORE I am, which chaps my ass even more. After 20 minutes or more waiting and fidgeting and trying not to pee myself, I am called to go back. As I walk through the door and hand the nurse my clipboard I am instructed to label my cup and pee in it and then head to exam room 3. No problem.
THAT is until I waltz into the bathroom and am greeted by an un-flushed toilet . . . not just a number 1 mind you, a number 2. At this point, I am sooooo ready to pee my pants that I can’t take the time to chase down the nurse to report the nastiness . . . I quickly gasp for a breath of air and in I go-- flush the toilet with my foot, grab a cup, scribble my name, hover-pee and fill my cup in a swift move, open the little door to the “specimen” chamber and disinfect myself in the sink. I don’t know who was using the bathroom before me, but whoever that person is – LEARN TO FLUSH! It’s a common courtesy, not to mention SANITARY.
After the bathroom I waltz in to the exam room where the nurse takes my blood pressure and weight. Next its “bottoms” off and up on the exam table. I am informed that I will be seeing one of the nurse-midwives today, not an actual doctor. The midwife is pleasant and friendly, so I have no complaints; she does an ultrasound to check the baby and make sure everything is “normal.” It is, and I am quickly sent on my way and instructed that I will have to schedule an appointment for the “History & Initial Exam” appointment. I am scheduled to see a male doctor on my next visit, something I usually try to avoid; in fact I have NEVER had an exam by a male doctor, a fear I guess I will just have to get over.
So for now, all is well, no worries. I’m feeling pretty good, except for the exhaustion in the afternoon. I have been given a due date of April 18th and everything is starting to feel a little more real. Now that I have seen the tiny little “blob” on screen and I know for a fact that its in there, I’m a little more excited and anxious for the next 7 months to fly by!
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