Yesterday was my 36-week appointment with my doctor and from here on out I'll be there every week.
About two hours before my appointment, the office called to say that my doctor had been called into emergency surgery and would I mind seeing one of the midwives in the practice at my regular appointment time? I said sure, since I've never had any problems with the nurses I've seen there.
Spoke too soon.
First of all, I gained six pounds in two weeks. At least part of this is due to the fact that I usually have my doctor's appointment right before lunch and yesterday's was right after, but I still about passed out when I saw the number on the scale. My blood pressure was up a bit, but I think that can probably be blamed on my shock at the scale more than anything else.
Anyway, the midwife comes in and goes, "You gained six pounds."
Well, how do you do?
"I'm hoping I can blame at least a little bit of that on the Arby's I just had."
"Are you drinking soda?"
"Um, I'm trying to avoid it as much as possible." (I'm secretly thinking to myself that my doctor doesn't even care if I drink wine with dinner, which I don't.)
"Just don't drink it. Well, at least you still have ankle bones."
The rest of the appointment went pretty much like that except possibly more and more painful, particularly for Andiclaus who just sat there and felt the tension building.
Luckily, I have another appointment in a week and if they call me this time at least I know which midwife I don't want to see.
In other news, my meetup with Andi Pandi fell through, confirming my opinion that you guys don't really exist outside the computer. Just kidding. We're going to try to meet up next time she makes it to Kansas City. Plus, DrinkJack has offered to meet up with us since he actually lives here in KC.
Sarah's coming to visit soon, and Joshiclaus is convinced that all the excitement of having her in town will send me into labor. If that's the case, I think she should move her trip up to tomorrow.
OH GOD!! Bethi, i feel just awful that things got so screwed up when I was up there...I wsa there for a law suit and then my mother was all irritable because she had had ankle surgery and my dad had one thing on his mind: the casinos...so my delicate balance was lost and I just feel awful...I think we can make up though after you get the sweet little gift I am going to mail you next week!!
kisses!
andipandi
Posted by: andi at March 10, 2006 10:30 AM
Talk about poor bed side manner!!! I would definitely bring it up with the doc the next time through.
Posted by: DrinkJack at March 10, 2006 09:36 PM
IF Fefe wants to hurry up and come out to meet her already favorite Auntie, well then I say lets go for it! Of course only if her little lungs are ready for it!
Posted by: Sarah at March 11, 2006 07:22 PM
:( I'm sorry you had a bad experience! She must've failed bedside manners class. However, we are all not like that! Please don't give up on ALL of us!! :) Good luck and take care.
Posted by: Jess at March 14, 2006 01:52 PM
I can't believe you're 36 weeks already. It seems like just last month you told us you were having a little babiclaus. Here's wishing that Sarah's visit is both relaxing and exciting enough to send you into labor. Good luck!
Posted by: Jessie at March 10, 2006 08:46 AM