Tuesday, December 13, 2011

35 week appointment

Baby, don't get me wrong.  I love you more than anything, but I'm not so fond of all of these doctor appointments.  Thankfully, I like my doctor a lot, but I'm still quite leery of all of this medical intervention/examination.

Mark was able to go with me this time and I always find the visits that much more pleasant when he is able to come along.  I think its because he engages the doctor in a lively banter of back and forth questioning.  He gets to ask a question and then she gets to ask a question, back and forth they go through the entire appointment.  Half the time I think they forget I'm even there, which is fine with me. 

Today their conversation went something like this:

Doctor: Have you though anymore about giving up smoking? (This of course is directed toward your Daddy, since I don't smoke and would never put you in that sort of danger).

Mark:  Yeah, I'll get around to it before the baby is born.  What does it mean with her keep measuring larger with the tape measure thingy (yes he said thingy and he is referring to the fundal height)?

Doctor:  That just means that her uterus is a bit larger than it should be, but since its been larger this entire pregnancy, it's not something to worry about.

Mark: So does that mean...

Doctor: Hold up...its my turn for a question first.

It's actually quite entertaining.  You are doing great though and the doctor says everything is going as it should be.  Your heart rate is still nice and strong and you are already in a head down position.  It looks like you are getting ready to make your grand entrance to this world, which I can't wait for!

Oh and before I forget Mark said the most craziest thing today.  Before the doctor came in, the tech was asking me some questions.  She asked me if I felt safe at home.  Mind you, I know that a lot of doctor's make this a routine question for pregnant women, but this is the first time I had ever been asked.  Before I could answer her, Mark said, "I don't see why not.  We have two big ass dogs."  I laughed so hard, I fell off my seat.  The tech was even chuckling.  After she left, I had to explain to Mark that she meant did I feel safe with him or was he abusing me.  I think he was actually a bit embarrassed.

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