SOOO I am on pregnancy (like on crack but pregnancy... ah yeah bad joke... sigh. I am tired and have a massive headache.) I was wrong OH SO wrong. I am only 30 weeks along. I do not know why I had 32 weeks stuck in my head. Like I am trying to rush this process?! I am not. Yeah so I am 30 weeks pregnant *for the record*. Me smart, can do math.
At the appointment this week nothing very exciting happened. The past few appointments I was lucky and had the 1st one of the day at 8:30a. This time it was at 9:00a and I did not see Liz until closer to 10:00a. At least she apologized.
Anyway, Pancake's heart rate is normally 130 during previous appointments but it was 160 this time - she was doing some wild acrobatics before, during and after the appointment.
I gained a few pounds which I am not surprised about. I have been eating nothing but sweets. I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies on Tuesday night and polished off a huge chunk of them as they came out of the oven & also ate these same cookies for lunch the next day, yumyumyum...
I am SO tired I want to cry. SO I have not been doing any kind of exercise the past two weeks. SO the weight gain it not a huge surprise.
I am measuring at 32 cm (I think that is right, I was reading upside with a headache!)(does that sound right??? OMG I am 30 weeks pregnant, not 32!), normal and shocking as this may be but my iron was low. I am taking the iron pills religiously along with my prenatals so it should be up in a reasonable range by the time I need it to be in the right range (whatever the hell that means...) Stinky anemia - the bane to my existence!
Otherwise, I waited an hour to spend approximately 2.5 minutes in the room with the midwife. I guess as far as pregnancy goes that is not a bad thing, right?! Next visit I get to see a real live certified M.D. - whoo hoo! I expect to wait even longer to see those hooligans... I remember these appointments from the 1st time - they were even faster then this past visit with Liz. When I saw Dr. Lisa and Dr. male physician whose name I can never remember I swear they were lubing up the Doppler as they walked into the room and they were talking before they even knocked!
The kooky part of seeing the docs is that after that I start my weekly appointments which means OMG I will be having a baby any. day. NOW!!! WEEE...
The folks from my work threw Kevin and I a little shower this week! It was so nice. I did not expect to get much stuff - I told my boss when she asked me about throwing a party that I would love to have a celebration but gifts were not necessary. Of course they did not listen. I failed to take many good photos but the food was fabulous with yummy homemade dips, salads, and catered wraps and mini sandwiches! Plus a home made "pancake dessert" and fun pancake making kits for everyone to take home.
They were wonderful and we got this jog stroller (sort of - I think we got the 2007 model?) and this bassinet from everyone in the office. There were also gifts from the ladies. Clothing, blankies, those cute Trumpet socks, a pair of socks that look like Pumas in pink, and assorted bibs and other items.
It was just a beautiful, sunny evening and it was nice to socialize with people I adore outside of our office! On top of that my boss has the most home in this beautiful park like setting which made the evening all that much more amazing!
Showing posts with label Doctor's visits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doctor's visits. Show all posts
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Doctors, nurses and scales - OHMY!
Quick late in the day post. SO we finally made it to the Pediatrician for M's 3 year appt. Of course, we were late... which is totally my fault. Whatever.
M did not want to get on that scale. AT ALL. He said no and almost threw a fit right in the hallway of the abnormally quiet physician's office! The nurse and I tried everything to no avail. SO back to the room we went to talk about M. Type of milk, sleeping habits (bah), etc. The nurse then tried to coax him back on the scale. First M has his blood pressure checked. I cannot be sure if this was a ploy to get Matthew to trust her or if this is what they start doing at 3 years of age (let me know all you three year old mommas to be!) We finally got him on the scale after I got on it and we joked about putting his feet on the funny red feet like a puzzle.
Stats to date:
36 lbs (75-95th percentile)
39 inches (75-95th percentile)
The nurse checked his numbers on the big boy chart (SOB) but she also showed me that the percentile would be no different if they put it on the baby chart. Basically nothing has changed with M. He has always been in this same percentile since birth.
He got all checked out and even did a somersault for Dr. F when she checked his back. He giggled a lot when she checked his body out and he even told her knock knock jokes! We had to complete the little plastic wipe-y card thing which we completed entirely! That was kind of cool though I did not get his "score" on this I suspect that just means he is smart as any three year old should be. I think his favorite part was jumping over the chart both ways. He thought that was pretty nifty! SO that was that.
He got his sticker and even said THANK YOU without being prompted! He also entertained the staff by telling them loudly that we were now going to Starbucks for a hot chocolate. The new mommy with the tiny baby sitting on the bench behind us said "Oh you have him trained well!" I agree (see The 'OG' post from yesterday!)
Now I am stuffing my face full of food. I had my glucose test this morning after the 3 yr appt. The test itself is not bothersome it is the NOT eating thing that almost drove me over the edge. I could feel my patience running low, I had to bite my lip twice once at Liz for being SO slow in getting into the room to see me for all of 39 seconds and for the scheduling lady who was chattering on the phone. I had to eat M's leftover Goldfish for fear I would swoon (ohhh the DRAMA) right there reading Redbook! They finally let me escape at 12:10p. I have been eating like a hog in heaven the past couple of weeks and the scale was SO kind to me this morning. It basically stayed the same from the last visit! That was pretty nifty! The bebe's heart rate was 130 which is also the same SO that was about it. Oh, the tech who took my blood told me I have beautiful veins. Well at least something on me looks beautiful!!!
Phwwww, do you feel better for knowing all of this?!?! OH AND they finally confirmed that indeed I am off to the races with visits every two weeks.
Now if only someone could explain why I keep having mini panic attacks, that would be lovely... Oy. I define a panic attack as I cannot breath and I feel like someone has put one of those stupid O2 masks over my mouth (oh how I hate thee claustrophobia mask from hell!) UGH. I am trying trying trying to breath and I do not feel like I am "in a panic" but apparently some part of my wee brain is feeling panic and letting me know this. Well back to the noshing I go...
M did not want to get on that scale. AT ALL. He said no and almost threw a fit right in the hallway of the abnormally quiet physician's office! The nurse and I tried everything to no avail. SO back to the room we went to talk about M. Type of milk, sleeping habits (bah), etc. The nurse then tried to coax him back on the scale. First M has his blood pressure checked. I cannot be sure if this was a ploy to get Matthew to trust her or if this is what they start doing at 3 years of age (let me know all you three year old mommas to be!) We finally got him on the scale after I got on it and we joked about putting his feet on the funny red feet like a puzzle.
Stats to date:
36 lbs (75-95th percentile)
39 inches (75-95th percentile)
The nurse checked his numbers on the big boy chart (SOB) but she also showed me that the percentile would be no different if they put it on the baby chart. Basically nothing has changed with M. He has always been in this same percentile since birth.
He got all checked out and even did a somersault for Dr. F when she checked his back. He giggled a lot when she checked his body out and he even told her knock knock jokes! We had to complete the little plastic wipe-y card thing which we completed entirely! That was kind of cool though I did not get his "score" on this I suspect that just means he is smart as any three year old should be. I think his favorite part was jumping over the chart both ways. He thought that was pretty nifty! SO that was that.
He got his sticker and even said THANK YOU without being prompted! He also entertained the staff by telling them loudly that we were now going to Starbucks for a hot chocolate. The new mommy with the tiny baby sitting on the bench behind us said "Oh you have him trained well!" I agree (see The 'OG' post from yesterday!)
Now I am stuffing my face full of food. I had my glucose test this morning after the 3 yr appt. The test itself is not bothersome it is the NOT eating thing that almost drove me over the edge. I could feel my patience running low, I had to bite my lip twice once at Liz for being SO slow in getting into the room to see me for all of 39 seconds and for the scheduling lady who was chattering on the phone. I had to eat M's leftover Goldfish for fear I would swoon (ohhh the DRAMA) right there reading Redbook! They finally let me escape at 12:10p. I have been eating like a hog in heaven the past couple of weeks and the scale was SO kind to me this morning. It basically stayed the same from the last visit! That was pretty nifty! The bebe's heart rate was 130 which is also the same SO that was about it. Oh, the tech who took my blood told me I have beautiful veins. Well at least something on me looks beautiful!!!
Phwwww, do you feel better for knowing all of this?!?! OH AND they finally confirmed that indeed I am off to the races with visits every two weeks.
Now if only someone could explain why I keep having mini panic attacks, that would be lovely... Oy. I define a panic attack as I cannot breath and I feel like someone has put one of those stupid O2 masks over my mouth (oh how I hate thee claustrophobia mask from hell!) UGH. I am trying trying trying to breath and I do not feel like I am "in a panic" but apparently some part of my wee brain is feeling panic and letting me know this. Well back to the noshing I go...
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