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Updates and Such! or "A (wasted) day in the life of Marionette"
So today I had my weight estimate ultrasound and regular OB visit schedualed for 2:15. We got there on time, did the usual waiting room wiggle and popped in to see the happy ultrasound lady. She said my "lil" tadpole is about 8 lbs give or take. I got to see his lil smooshed up face again
I think I'm starting to like it despite being a bit traumatized and thinking he looked like a shar pei last time. Mom said she wouldn't be surprised if he ended up being 9 lbs since I was 9 lbs 10 oz when I was born
Course, I was long, she said. 22 inches~ Thankfully my favorite OB in the group had said my pelvis looked good last visit so I'm not worried about it.
The happy US lady ushered us to waiting room #2 and after doing a little wiggle in there, I got my weight/pee in a cup/blood pressure combo-hold the fries. Everything was looking good so off we were skuttled to waiting room #3!
Waited.. waited.. got a room with no view and waited some more. Finally the flavor of the week (red) showed up and went over my chart. Dr. 'Red' said everything looked good and that if I wanted we could induce tomorrow. Without missing a beat, I cracked up laughing. News to me! I told her I'd rather wait and let things happen on their on, thanks for offering. (My due date isn't till the 31st/New Years.. silly people trying to give me a doughy baby)
So after trying to get a different answer about eating/drinking and the IV that seems to be my doom if I deliver at that hospital and failing, we finally waddled off to the car, still laughing about their offering to induce tomorrow. The time was about 4:00. 2 hours of my life I wish I'd had something productive to do durring rather than sitting in that same ole doctor's office, giggling insanely while daring and being dared by my mother to turn off the light and jump out at Dr. Red when she came in with a "BOO!".
So today I had my weight estimate ultrasound and regular OB visit schedualed for 2:15. We got there on time, did the usual waiting room wiggle and popped in to see the happy ultrasound lady. She said my "lil" tadpole is about 8 lbs give or take. I got to see his lil smooshed up face again
I think I'm starting to like it despite being a bit traumatized and thinking he looked like a shar pei last time. Mom said she wouldn't be surprised if he ended up being 9 lbs since I was 9 lbs 10 oz when I was born The happy US lady ushered us to waiting room #2 and after doing a little wiggle in there, I got my weight/pee in a cup/blood pressure combo-hold the fries. Everything was looking good so off we were skuttled to waiting room #3!
Waited.. waited.. got a room with no view and waited some more. Finally the flavor of the week (red) showed up and went over my chart. Dr. 'Red' said everything looked good and that if I wanted we could induce tomorrow. Without missing a beat, I cracked up laughing. News to me! I told her I'd rather wait and let things happen on their on, thanks for offering. (My due date isn't till the 31st/New Years.. silly people trying to give me a doughy baby)
So after trying to get a different answer about eating/drinking and the IV that seems to be my doom if I deliver at that hospital and failing, we finally waddled off to the car, still laughing about their offering to induce tomorrow. The time was about 4:00. 2 hours of my life I wish I'd had something productive to do durring rather than sitting in that same ole doctor's office, giggling insanely while daring and being dared by my mother to turn off the light and jump out at Dr. Red when she came in with a "BOO!".
I always make my appointments the first appointment of the morning. Of course my doc doesn't do anything (by my request) so we listen to the heartbeat and talk about stuff totally unrelated to my baby. WE once had a cool conversation about the Shroud of Turin. LOL!
Oh well, never said I knew everything.
Goodness! I think we should all start carrying giant foam noodles to the Dr's office to give them a bonking for stuff like that! Makes you wonder the kind of people slipping out of medical school these days