I keep getting stuck with Dr. "Funny Man"...Today my appointment was supposed to be with someone else, but apparently he's on medical leave until the end of February...probably hurting from Dr. Funny's bad humor...
So today was yet another appointment. My pee is fine, it hit the cup with no problem. My weight is more than yours, I'm sure. My blood pressure was apparently impressive...the nurse looked like she wanted to give me a smiley face sticker after taking it.
Must've been a slow day at the office because I hardly waited at all before I was in the Room. You know, that bad room where they poke and prod you... The nurse who led me in said the same thing as usual, "Take off your bottoms, and there's a sheet to cover up with."
I just want to know who the skinny little wench is who can cover herself--at nine months pregnant--with those tissue-sized sheets. My bare bottom was very cold.
Dr. Funny came in to examine me and seemed to truly be rooting for me to get this baby out (in a similar fashion to Woody's recent comment, actually). He suggested an ultrasound at 40 weeks to see how big she is...and I pointed out to him that last time I saw him he made that suggestion for 39 weeks...and it's scheduled for Monday.
"Oh...well, that was a good idea I had."
Boy, I really get the feeling I stand out to this guy...I suppose all cervixes look the same after awhile.
Anyway, he told me my cervical wall had softened considerably (which completely grossed me out. Can we just talk percentages here?? Softening is what you do to butter or something.) and that I'm (drumroll, please...) dilated to 1 centimeter. That's the equivalent of being dilated one fingertip. In order to fit a baby through, I need to be dilated to 10 cm, which is about the size of a cd. That still sounds small to me, but I suppose that's where the pain comes from... So one centimeter isn't much, but it's better than where I was last week.
My next appointment is Monday for the ultrasound and another cervix check. Here's hoping I don't make it that far... My mom emailed yesterday to point out that tomorrow night is a full moon. Ike says that with the possible ice we're getting tomorrow morning and the full moon, it's a sure bet that I'll be in the hospital, shallow breathing, by tomorrow night.
Tighten, tighten, squeeze, relax muscles.
So today was yet another appointment. My pee is fine, it hit the cup with no problem. My weight is more than yours, I'm sure. My blood pressure was apparently impressive...the nurse looked like she wanted to give me a smiley face sticker after taking it.
Must've been a slow day at the office because I hardly waited at all before I was in the Room. You know, that bad room where they poke and prod you... The nurse who led me in said the same thing as usual, "Take off your bottoms, and there's a sheet to cover up with."
I just want to know who the skinny little wench is who can cover herself--at nine months pregnant--with those tissue-sized sheets. My bare bottom was very cold.
Dr. Funny came in to examine me and seemed to truly be rooting for me to get this baby out (in a similar fashion to Woody's recent comment, actually). He suggested an ultrasound at 40 weeks to see how big she is...and I pointed out to him that last time I saw him he made that suggestion for 39 weeks...and it's scheduled for Monday.
"Oh...well, that was a good idea I had."
Boy, I really get the feeling I stand out to this guy...I suppose all cervixes look the same after awhile.
Anyway, he told me my cervical wall had softened considerably (which completely grossed me out. Can we just talk percentages here?? Softening is what you do to butter or something.) and that I'm (drumroll, please...) dilated to 1 centimeter. That's the equivalent of being dilated one fingertip. In order to fit a baby through, I need to be dilated to 10 cm, which is about the size of a cd. That still sounds small to me, but I suppose that's where the pain comes from... So one centimeter isn't much, but it's better than where I was last week.
My next appointment is Monday for the ultrasound and another cervix check. Here's hoping I don't make it that far... My mom emailed yesterday to point out that tomorrow night is a full moon. Ike says that with the possible ice we're getting tomorrow morning and the full moon, it's a sure bet that I'll be in the hospital, shallow breathing, by tomorrow night.
Tighten, tighten, squeeze, relax muscles.
1 Comments:
I totally agree about that stupid napkin that they expect you to cover up with. Who the heck ever thought that would actually work anyway. Like those stupid paper gowns that most offices use. That's really something you are comfy sitting in for 20 minutes freezing to death while you wait for the doctor!
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