More to ponder
I had my bi-weekly prenatal checkup today. Apparently I’m measuring 2 weeks ahead and the doctor wants to have another ultrasound done at my next appointment. She just wants to see how big the baby’s getting. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t interest me as well.
I am hoping to see if we can get a definite answer as to whether I’m carrying a boy or a girl. I was told at my ultrasound in July that there’s a 95% chance it’s a girl so we went with that. Unfortunately that still leaves room for error. Nathan’s family is really rooting for a girl. He has three nephews and only one niece. In a way I feel like the key player who can either score one for the home team or give one up to the other side, and trust me, the visitors don’t need to beef up their score.
Worst case scenario; I leave the appointment knowing just as much as I did before. It looks like a girl but still could be a boy. At this point I figure the baby has very little room to move and probably looks like she’s getting ready for yoga class. Her legs are more than likely crossed and blocking the view of her genitals. I may just have to wait. I hate it when that happens.
I found out that my OB is going to be on vacation the week of my due date, so she won’t deliver the baby if I’m on time or a little late. That really doesn’t bother me much because I haven’t formed a really close connection with her. I chose her a few years ago because I was sick of my other OB giving me a hard time about my weight. He was old and a man and apparently thought women shouldn’t get pregnant if they weigh over 200 lbs. Bah! What did he know?
My current doctor is a little on the heavy side and never really said much about my weight until I got pregnant. Even though I’ve already gained more than I should have, she hasn’t made an issue out of it. She was a great doctor for me, but when it became me and the baby, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was left adrift and uniformed. She said a lot of her patients are first time moms, so I guess I expected a little more time and attention. Most of the time I feel as though I’m on an assembly line. Get in, get out and schedule the next appointment.
I would probably search for another doctor if Nathan and I thought we’d have another child, but I’ll stay with this one for the time being. Once the baby’s born she’ll have her own doctor anyway. Speaking of which, the appointment last night went well. It was rather short, but we were impressed with the doctor and the office all around. They’re pretty much accessible 24/7 and are close to home, to boot. Scratch that one off the big ol’ “to do” list.
One good thing I did find out is that the baby seems to be head-down. I mentioned to the doctor that I thought she might be. I felt a nice solid kick near my rib cage last night, and when I went to bed I felt the constant beat of fetal hiccups at the opposite end. To me that’s a good sign. Hopefully the girl decides to stay in that position for the next five weeks.
I am hoping to see if we can get a definite answer as to whether I’m carrying a boy or a girl. I was told at my ultrasound in July that there’s a 95% chance it’s a girl so we went with that. Unfortunately that still leaves room for error. Nathan’s family is really rooting for a girl. He has three nephews and only one niece. In a way I feel like the key player who can either score one for the home team or give one up to the other side, and trust me, the visitors don’t need to beef up their score.
Worst case scenario; I leave the appointment knowing just as much as I did before. It looks like a girl but still could be a boy. At this point I figure the baby has very little room to move and probably looks like she’s getting ready for yoga class. Her legs are more than likely crossed and blocking the view of her genitals. I may just have to wait. I hate it when that happens.
I found out that my OB is going to be on vacation the week of my due date, so she won’t deliver the baby if I’m on time or a little late. That really doesn’t bother me much because I haven’t formed a really close connection with her. I chose her a few years ago because I was sick of my other OB giving me a hard time about my weight. He was old and a man and apparently thought women shouldn’t get pregnant if they weigh over 200 lbs. Bah! What did he know?
My current doctor is a little on the heavy side and never really said much about my weight until I got pregnant. Even though I’ve already gained more than I should have, she hasn’t made an issue out of it. She was a great doctor for me, but when it became me and the baby, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was left adrift and uniformed. She said a lot of her patients are first time moms, so I guess I expected a little more time and attention. Most of the time I feel as though I’m on an assembly line. Get in, get out and schedule the next appointment.
I would probably search for another doctor if Nathan and I thought we’d have another child, but I’ll stay with this one for the time being. Once the baby’s born she’ll have her own doctor anyway. Speaking of which, the appointment last night went well. It was rather short, but we were impressed with the doctor and the office all around. They’re pretty much accessible 24/7 and are close to home, to boot. Scratch that one off the big ol’ “to do” list.
One good thing I did find out is that the baby seems to be head-down. I mentioned to the doctor that I thought she might be. I felt a nice solid kick near my rib cage last night, and when I went to bed I felt the constant beat of fetal hiccups at the opposite end. To me that’s a good sign. Hopefully the girl decides to stay in that position for the next five weeks.
