Gideon has been super active the last couple of days and it is obvious that he is getting stronger. Mac felt him last night and agreed that he is getting feisty and I occasionally feel like there is a dance party going on in my body that I wasn't invited to.
Today we went to the doctor for my GD (gestational diabetes) test. I was slightly nervous about it because we also brought our Birth Preferences list with us to discuss with the doctor and while I really love my OB I have never been clear on where he stands on things like Pitocin and Episiotomies. We were also hoping to have an ultrasound today as it has been 2 months since out last one and I want another peek!
Our appt was at 9:10 this morning and before then I needed to eat something (high protein, low carb), take my glucophage, drink the Glu-cola exactly 45 mins before my appt and remember to shower. This is a lot for a somewhat absent-minded pregnant woman, so when we actually arrived on time I had to give myself a little pat on the back. I went to get my blood drawn first and discovered they wanted 5 vials. FIVE. And not the small ones either, these were large vials. Just before they finished up with the last one a nurse comes in with a GIANT shot and says "You are getting your Rhogam shot today too." Huh? No one had mentioned Rhogam to me before today. The phlebotomist finishes up, I get weighed and my blood pressure checked and they put us in the room to wait for the doctor. On the counter is the giant shot. This thing was huge! My heart was racing and I felt a little light headed from the glucose drink and blood loss which of course gave me a serious case of giggles right around the time that the doctor came in (it didn't help that Mac was reading to me from a magazine in silly accents). I mentioned to the doctor that this was the first I was hearing about my being Rh- and he seemed surprised but said something along the lines of "sometimes they don't tell people right away so they don't freak out about the shot." Not that I am challenging my Rh- status, my mom is Rh-, I just hate being told things at the last minute. I also don't like being TOLD instead of CONSULTED. Next we asked him about birthing classes and a hospital tour and he said that all of that information was in the packet we got on our first visit. Turns out we didn't get that packet. I told the doctor that I had fallen and sprained my ankle and couple weeks ago and was hoping for an ultrasound but he said we would not be getting another one for a month. Then it was time to go over the birth preferences. He quickly read the list making comments along the way that were all very positive and in the end said he felt it was all very reasonable and doable. Phew, thank goodness. I asked if he was for sure going to be the person who delivered out baby and he said that he delivers 85-90% of his patients babies and unless we were admitted at 3am on a night when he wasn't on call and delivered before he could get there than we should be fine. On the way out of the office we picked up the hospital packet we had somehow missed the first day (it was VERY helpful and answered a lot of our questions) and made an appt for two weeks from now. That's right, two weeks, cause guess what, its the THIRD trimester. For REALS.
So all in all a good appt that started out annoying but ended up positively. Afterwards the day draaaaaaaged on for what seemed like several weeks, if not months. My mentor teacher and I both are kind of burned out right now; I have to admit the weekend came at just the right time, we have been getting pretty punchy between classes. After work the rain held off long enough for me to pick up Stella from radiology and get home (Stella is afraid of the windshield wipers so I was grateful for a stress free ride home). Hopefully things will only be getting better from here (especially Monday when I get my GD test results back)