Today is Thursday, January 5, 2012. You are 26 weeks and 2 days cooked. Just about 14 weeks to go!
Before I go into anything else, let me share with you one thing I can attribute to you which I noticed last night: my thighs touch now. I know I know I know I know.... most people's thighs touch. Most people are not waif-ish supermodels. And neither am I. But on an ordinary day, my thighs don't touch. Not because I am rail thin - though by today's standards I'm certainly no Chunky Monkey - but because I am bow-legged to the point of comedy. Standing with my legs together and straight I can literally stick my fist between my knees. College marching bands could use the space to practice formations. I was once accused to housing the entire DMZ there....
|My true calling?|
I had an appointment with Mary, my midwife, today. Your buddies Reid (age 2) and Ethan (age 8 months) were with me and were, once again, just AWESOME. All is well with you and me. She reassured me, in fact, that although I have "officially" gained 6 pounds in the last 4 weeks, I have gained 14 pounds total so I'm not at too big a risk for getting out-of-control with the baby weight. For the first time today they gave me a print out of my "Clinical Visit Summary" which was kind of cool and kind of not cool: cool because I have a written record of my blood pressure (110/68) and pulse rate (70 BPM) as well as my weight (none of your business); NOT cool because they also included my BMI. Seems like a mean trick to play on a pregnant lady, doesn't it? It's not scary-high, but I know it will get to a place that makes me feel yicky and I'll just have to put on my Big Girl Pants and ignore it. Yes, I'm trying to teach you early that it's important to ignore what the doctor tells you.
We are now at the point of appointments every 2 weeks. Good thing the car knows the way to the doctor's office and I can just nap on the way. In fact, the next appointment is the dreaded glucose test. This means I have to drink about 10 ounces of the most horrible orange flavored juice and then get my blood tested to see how I handle the sugar. Now, your mama knows how to handle her sugar. I consume at least 6,000 times the recommended daily allowance of sugar. Yet, somehow with both of your brothers, I failed this preliminary test and had to do the follow up test which involves such fun things as fasting and getting blood drawn and then drinking icky stuff and getting more blood drawn and then drinking more icky stuff and getting more blood drawn... It's a three hour process and it is way un-fun. In fact, when I had Elliott cookin', I decided it would be a good idea to bring Tommy (age 2) with me for this appointment (actually, I think he had an ear infection and couldn't go to daycare that day...) and I was a MESS. No food. Totally whacked out blood sugar. Bored toddler. It was a very, very hard morning! So, anyway, I'm almost certain I will fail the first test and be forced to endure the 3 hour version. But this time, at least, I'm wise enough to not have any small children tagging along.
|They don't give you these kind of instructions with Baby #3!|
Oddly enough, the day that started with the midwife ended with the dentist. Nothing too surprising there: no cavities, I need to floss more, dentists and hygienists love to start interesting conversations when they have sharp implements in your mouth. But, good to know that the next time I am in the office you will be out of me! Yay!
Okay, bedtime for Mama. Going to try to get up and walk/jog the track tomorrow. Love you, Baby TOP!
P.S. G.G. and Poppa sent several newborn outfits for you... Oh.My.Adorableness. Kind of making me more and more excited to get you out of there and into them!