Had a date, I mean appointment, with Doctor Howard yesterday. Went well. He always seems so surprised when I tell him how far along I am. He says I don't even look pregnant. See what I mean about him making me feel good about myself? He's a gem. His wife is so lucky.
The nurse told me to do my bathroom sample and that I'd have "The Exam" afterwards. (Sorry--no pictures. I'm holding out for $1 Million.) When I got back into my room I saw the little pink tissue blanket. I got myself half-undressed and ready for the exam. When she came in she almost had a heart attack. She said "Oh no! You need to be dressed when you meet Dr. Howard for the first time. He'd kill me if he came and saw you like that!"
She obviously didn't realize that Dr. Howard and I go way back. "He has been my Doctor for 12 years. He doesn't need to meet with me first to make feel comfortable. Bring him on! Er, I mean in!" I assured her.
I heard her in the hall tell him about me and he said "I know exactly who she is" (don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing). When he came in he smiled and said "I saw you on the list today and thought 'Wow. She was serious about having another baby' (because I declined semi-permanent birth-control at my last visit two years ago. He forgets nothing!). Couldn't keep your hormones under control, huh?" Such a kidder!
Anyways, my "official" due date is the end of July. My ultrasound said I was between 18 1/2 weeks and 22 weeks so he just averaged it out and said I was 20 weeks. But I know I'm really 21 1/2 weeks. I always have my babies way early and they are always deemed full term according to the pediatrician. The last 3 have been 4 weeks early. So I could have a June baby. We'll see. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
The whole family wanted to go to the appointment just in case I had a quickie ultrasound. It was Wild and Wacky day at school and we had to go straight to the appointment from the school. They all looked like a bunch of hillbillies. I seriously wanted to tell everyone in the waiting room that they didn't normally dress that way. It was awkward.
When it was time for the ultrasound they all filed in to the back room. I'm sure we looked like some kind of demented circus family parading down the hall. I'm just glad Curtis took off the horrid, long black wig he'd been wearing all day. It made him look like Ozzy Osbourne, not that there's anything wrong with that.
Here's the part you've been waiting for, huh? I made you read this long, boring account of my prenatal visit with the "Doctor of the Year" for this.
The results: Inconclusive.
What a let-down. That darn baby had it's legs criss-crossed. Not just crossed, but criss-crossed! At first he said it looked like a girl, but then he said "I really can't tell". It's legs were locked up tighter than a Schlage. You know how when it's a little girl you can see 2 white lines side-by-side in that "area"? There weren't 2 white lines. So I guess we'll have to wait and see. I will have a longer, official ultrasound hopefully next week.
So there you have it. I can now be deemed a responsible mother-to-be by getting prenatal care.
See, I'm not a closet-hillbilly after all, even though my family looks the part.
1 comment:
I know the let down. Ema did the same thing to me, twice! That was in the days before Dr Howard had his new office and the nice Ultrasound Machine and I only got two ultrasounds. I didn't know for sure until she was born. I wish you luck in finding out next week. Keep us posted.
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