UPDATE: Baby news
Today marked visit #6 to the doctor’s office — 22 weeks into pregnancy.
Visit 6 and 22 weeks already…. we’re over halfway there. I can’t believe it.
Today’s visit was preceded by some of the worst traffic ever. From our house it should be about a 25-30 minute drive to the doctor’s office. Oh no…. today: 1 hour and 20 minutes. Traffic is getting bad here in Southern California…. no doubt about it.
And the thing is I was for some strange reason expecting the trip to be somewhat shorter than the normal commute today! I work pretty close to the doctor’s office and the normal morning commute is about 45-50 minutes. Sometimes an hour on the bad days…. but an hour and 20 minutes to get to virtually the same place? I don’t get it.
And to make a bad situation worse…. Jess ended up driving to the appointment. She broke into tears as we exited the off-ramp. Note to self: never let Jess drive to a doctor’s appointment again!
Luckily we had given ourselves an hour and 15 minutes to get to the appointment, so fortunately we weren’t really all that late. Jess stopped in front of the building and went straight on in, while I went and parked the car. Another traffic jam in the parking structure…. great.
As I was making my way to the doctor’s office, I saw the rep from the Cord Blood Registry in the elevator with her little paraphernalia supply cart making the rounds I guess. What do you all think of the whole cord thing and stem cells? It sounds like a good idea to me, but it’s kinda pricey? Opinions? Answer in the comments please…
When I finally made it into the doctor’s office, Jess had already gone back to use the restroom and came back to the waiting area shortly after I arrived. We waited for just a couple minutes before being called back to go to the exam room. A quick stop at the scales first. Jess kicked her shoes off and got on the scale…. and wouldn’t you know it… not much change from the last visit. Whew!!! I don’t have to listen to more stories about how fat she’s getting!
We were then taken to a secondary waiting area to wait a bit while the exam room was prepped. The “assistant” came by with Jess’ lab sheet for her next set of blood-work to be done… and the glucose test around week 27 or so.
After a short wait at the secondary waiting area (yes, this doctor’s office has a secondary waiting area complete with chairs and an interesting array of pamphlets for your perusal on such exciting topics as “Vaginal Dryness” and more. Yeesh….), we were escorted into the exam room where we waited about 5 minutes for the doctor to arrive.
We got to hear Madeline’s heartbeat again… 155bpm… nice and strong. (BTW have I mentioned her name is Madeline Chiara?) The doctor just asked some routine questions and checked the growth of Jess’ uterus which looked to be exactly on target. The visit was really quick, but good. We answered some questions, and asked some questions, but all appears to be well for the time being. This I guess is the time to relax as much as possible and just watch Jess’ belly grow.
The next visit was scheduled for April 5th…. at 28 weeks. I hate waiting!
Ummm… my driving makes a bad situation worse? I seem to think that I am a very safe driver. James always makes me drive in the morning, unless I feel really bad. He knows I stress and cry about the appointments and hate weaving in and out of traffic in the morning… and don’t really care to hear about how I should be in a different lane, etc. You would have thought that after the last fiasco at the doctor’s that he would have chosen to relieve some tension by offering to drive. Not the case. He wanted me to drive anyway, and boy was he punished for it!!!! While sitting on the Genessee offramp, I almost got out of the car and made him drive the additional 2 miles to the doctor’s because I was so stressed and in tears… and James was saying that I should have cut people off to not have to wait in the line for so long. Well, when he knows we have to be somewhere at a certain time, then he should drive. I don’t like to get people upset in their cars, because you never know what they are going to do to you… not worth it. But, just as long as James has learned his lesson that he tends to stress me out, then I am content.
And what is this about not having to “listen to more stories about how she’s getting fat”!?!?! So that means James is confirming the fact that I am getting fat, but just hopes that I won’t realize it or complain about it? Thin ice buddy.
And James- where are all your blogs about how lovely your wife is looking during the pregnancy? Or how cute the nursery looks and what a great job she did on that… so much patience! Or about how loving and caring she is?
Comment by Jess — 3/8/2005 @ 2:59 pm