So yesterday I had a doctors appointment for Little Man and I was both delighted and depressed as it took place. First things first, I was shocked and appalled to see that I gained TEN POUNDS this month. For the love of all things in existence please explain to me where that all went. I don't feel like I have gained ten pounds. I certainly don't feel like I LOOK like I've gained ten pounds. The only satisfying bit I can say for the weight gain is that is brought my pregnancy total to only a mere twenty five pounds. That is not traumatizing. For those of you who knew me when I was pregnant with my girls, you would know, This Is Great. Anyway, after being told my weight situation, I got to go on back to the exam room and wait for the doc to come on in and talk to me about what all was going to happen for the next 12 weeks.
I am now officially in my third trimester, which means now I am going to my checkups every two weeks as opposed to every four. It doesn't feel like I should be at this point already but I guess I am! How time flies.
After she told me all about the glucose test I have to get and then the antibodies screening shot I have to get we got to the part I was ready for. I got to hear Little Man's heart beat. It was SO LOUD, and SO STRONG. I was actually amazed at the clarity she got as soon as she stuck the doppler up to my stomach.
Sometimes I still can't believe that my tiny human is getting so big and is so close to being here.
But then things like measuring my stomach happen and I realize that reality exists and time keeps moving. And then I hear things like "You're measuring big, Let's get an ultrasound!" I actually stared at her and said "Right now?!?!?" She laughed, but seriously the way she said it I thought we were going to march on over there and check it out right then. Apparently I am measuring ahead. Not enough to be overly concerned but enough that we should go ahead and see what's going on in there. I'm kind of panicky actually. I'm terrified they are going to say that I am going to have this baby sooner than expected. I don't know if I can handle that. I'm already freaking out about only having twelve weeks left. I certainly do not want to find out I have less. From what I've read though it's normal to be measuring big, and it's late in the game to change the due date. Here's to hoping at least!
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