Yesterday was our 18-week ultrasound and OB appointment.
Uneventful, routine stuff for me; so much so that I forget sometimes how much
it means to Mum and Dad. I hope that my old-hat way of going about things helps
to put them at ease rather than making them feel that their experience is being
minimized. Maybe I’ll ask.
My cravings this trimester have gone from jalapeno poppers
(with no heartburn, believe it or not) to bananas. So of course Mum made me a
huge batch of banana bread. She and Dad brought it to our appointment yesterday,
and I’m not going to say I didn’t devour a healthy portion of it on my way home
afterward. I shared a little bit with Hubs and Pooka, but it’s MINE!
Our nurse weighed me and brought us to our exam room where I
chattered right through her taking my blood pressure and she very politely told
me to shut up so she could get an accurate reading. The first one was kind of
scary high. The second was actually a little below my usual, but still within
the healthy range. While we waited for the doctor to come in and chat with us,
Mum divulged that our previous visit turned out nicely, but that the doctor’s
repeated references to friends of his who had undergone IVF and had twins was
not well-received.
Dr. Firstname attended us this time and was just that –
attentive. He’s more laid-back than most of the doctors with whom I’ve dealt at
The Big Hospital except for perhaps Dr. Badass. He had no trouble finding
Nugget’s heart beat with the Doppler, which seemed to please Mum greatly. He
said my weight gain looks good, fundal height looks good, and Nugget’s heart
rate was 144 beats per minute: well into the normal range. The normal range,
for those of you who want to know, is 110-160 beats per minute. He told us that
one of the next two visits was going to need to be two weeks from another,
rather than four between each. We waffled a bit and decided to visit again two
weeks from yesterday. Of course, we forgot to set up the appointment when we
checked out, but I called this morning.
We got shuffled back out to the waiting room to cool our
heels until we were called in for our ultrasound. We had a pleasant chat about
my nerding habits, and discovered that we all share a fondness for the Game of
Thrones TV show. Mum made some comment
about not letting me ask the ultrasound tech about the baby’s gender, and I
couldn’t help myself. Dr. Goggles had VERY surreptitiously snuck it into our
last visit, so I told her I know. I also told her that I wasn’t going to give
it away. She started trying to reason it out but Dad and I both had to stop
her, because her logic was moving in weird directions that weren’t making sense
to us. So until Nugget is born, I’ll be dangling “he’s” and “she’s” and the
occasional “it’s” in conversations, just to be a pain in the butt and make them
laugh. Did I mention that I love their sense of humor? I think I may have, but
I do.
According to the ultrasound Nugget is measuring a day ahead
of her/his gestational age, and all of his/her bits look perfectly healthy. Mum
and Dad got some great pictures AND a DVD of the whole shebang to take home
with them. The ultrasound doctor came out to double check on the membranous
septum in Nugget’s heart to make sure there weren’t any holes in it, and to
check her/his upper lip to make sure it wasn’t cleft. Given that the last time
this doctor came in to chat after an ultrasound it was to tell I.F. that
Tempest had a slight abnormality in his brain, this visit was much more
welcome.
We weren’t able to go grab lunch this visit because Mum had
some work due for her job yesterday afternoon and it wasn’t stuff that could be
done remotely. This worked out pretty well for me, as I had to pop off at Best
Buy to pick up a Playstation 4 for Hubs’ birthday (which is today, by the way!
Happy Birthday, Precious!). I dropped it off to him on my way back to the
office, since he has to work through tomorrow and I wanted him to have some
play time on it this week.
Except that there was a hardware fault with the power
source. Hubs got this information after the PS4 crapped out and he called Sony support.
They were able to diagnose the problem pretty quickly I guess, and Best Buy was
marvelous about exchanging the bad unit for a new one. The guy at the customer
service desk even tested it out for me to make sure that he didn’t send me home
with another busted console.
And I got to have dinner with Pooka and an old friend of
mine. We parted company quickly at the end of the night; my friend having
decided to buy himself a Playstation 3 at the very, very last minute before
Best Buy closed. Ha! Boys and their toys.
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