Things are still going really well. I finally have my first real symptom, as I've had heartburn pretty much every day for the past week and have been downing Tums like an addict. Yep, I've got a big tub of them in the bathroom and one in my purse. It stinks but I know it could always be worse.
My belly is also growing by the day, it seems, and I went in for an appt. with my "lady doctor" today and they weighed me. I've finally gained some weight! But don't get all excited...it's just three pounds. They also confirmed that I'm RH negative, so I got a shot in the ole hip today. The gal acted like it was going to hurt something awful and she asked if I was okay when the medicine was going in. I said, I can hardly feel it....I must have rhino hide!
I also got to guzzle the orange sweet stuff for my gestational diabetes test today. It wasn't too bad and I guess I'll hear back on it at some point. Who knows...I don't ask many questions. Maybe I'm trying to compensate for all the psycho mom-to-bes that probably bring a 2-page list everytime they go to the doctor.
One final little tidbit...my doctor is a big believer in inducing gals b/c she believes if the baby is fully developed and the lady parts are all ready to go, there's no reason to torture big pregnant women by making them wait until 41 or 42 weeks. That said, she asked how I felt about it and I told her I was fine with it. Planning to induce will actually be a lot easier for us since Isaiah works nights, I'm home alone and we'll have to drive the 45 minutes or so from here to the hospital. I'd rather not be that gal that can't get ahold of her husband and delivers her own baby while driving down the highway. (I literally saw this story on the internet just in the past week!)
My doctor is leaving town the day before I'm due (Aug. 18), so we tentatively plan to induce little gal Morgan on Tuesday, Aug. 10! It's weird to think that could really be the day. Of course many things can change between now and then, but it's nice to plan ahead some.
Well, the mutts are telling me it's time for bed. Murphy is curled up on my hip and Tuggy is looking at me through squinty eyes wondering when he can retire to his bed in our room without looking like a total wuss.
Happy Memorial Day everyone and remember...freedom isn't free!
Oh, the joys of pregnancy!! :) I'm still so jealous you have felt pretty good the entire time though!! :)
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