My doctor is always professional but I've gotten along well with her because she supports our natural childbirth plans etc. She didn't lecture me when I turned down an internal exam today (they're unnecessary and don't really tell you much) like most doctors would. She read our birth plan while I was in the room and said that she liked it, didn't have a problem with any of it, and thought it was very doable.
But why I realized today that I REALLY like her is when she was going over my ultrasound results from 2 weeks ago when she was nervous that my uterus is too small. She said that I'm just one of those tall women that hide my big baby in a small uterus. I told her that I've taken to calling Jack "Fatty McFat Fetus" and "Jabba the Fetus". She laughed, and got a look on her face and said "what about FAT JACK"!? After 2 months of being very professional, it was fun to see her crack a joke.
And then on my way home, I finally gave in to a temptation I've been fighting for about 4 weeks. At the grocery store I find myself drawn to the little packages of chocolate covered donuts, like a sailor to a siren's song. I've been able to quell the urge, but this morning I decided to indulge and get it out of my system. I'm currently sitting on the couch in a high fructose corn syrup coma and couldn't be happier. It's out of my system and I'll abstain until Jack is here.
On an unrelated note, I've now gained a total of 13 lbs. 6+ of that is baby, and about 1 is boobs. :::high-fives myself:::
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2 comments:
Your doctor sounds awesome!
And those donuts? Yeah, those are good. Glad you splurged
Sniffer! You skinny bitch! Just kidding. I'm glad you have a great doctor. Miss you
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