Panic at the Disco... Uh, I Mean, OB Clinic...

I got to sleep in this morning! Well, for half an hour anyway. In order to get ourselves back on the established Obstetrical Schedule of visits, we had to do one this week as well. Hubs got up with me and despite a screaming migraine, tagged along to the appointment (even though I told him he ought to stay home – it’s like he enjoys being around me or something. Weirdo.)

Mum and Dad drove four hours to attend the 8:45 am appointment – you do the math. They’re some dedicated parents, for sure! Mum said she slept the whole way, and Dad said it was a nice drive, with no traffic, so it was almost preferable to an end-of-day appointment.

We met a new doctor today – She’s got GORGEOUS silver hair, so that’s her name – Dr. Silvertresses. We chatted for a bit to make sure everything looked good on my end – it does. Nugget is a wiggly little bugger. Much like the previous two occupants of the Über-Ute, this one seems fond of kicking Hubs while we’re snuggling. S/he has also taken a shine to my new laptop. I don’t know if it’s the vibrations or what (it doesn’t heat up) – but Nugget rubs what I must presume is some appendage up against my belly where it meets the laptop, very deliberately. Anyway, we told Dr. Silvertresses all of this, and she let us know that the next 8-10 weeks are super-dull doctor’s visits.

I think she spoke too soon. I flopped back on the exam table, as I do at every visit, and lifted my shirt so that the doc could use the Doppler on my belly and let Mum and Dad hear Nugget’s heartbeat. Well, the placenta is right at the front of my uterus, so that’s a pain in the butt. And Nugget decided to hide today. Mum did not take this well. This is 1,000% understandable, of course. She’s been through hell AND the wringer to get to this point, and is so used to getting bad news that any time something looks off, her brain goes into worst-case-scenario.

Dr. Silvertresses was, much like Dr. Goggles, very accommodating. We were hurried into an ultrasound room where Nugget made some sucking motions for us, and registered a heart rate of 149. Perfect. This put Mum at ease, and we joked that if ever Nugget decides to hide again, we know that s/he’s probably just being a diva and wants to be on-screen again.

We were going to head into downtown of the Queen City for brunch, but Hubs’ migraine made him decide to wait for us in the car. Mum and Dad being the sweet, lovely humans they are, told us to go home and get Hubs tucked into a dark, quiet room where he could ride out the migraine in peace. We did so, after handing them a bottle of Little Piggy Pink (a rosé wine from Fresh Tracks Farm – a local winery), gave out hugs and headed home.

We’ve got another appointment on June 9^th at 9:15am. As it turns out, this piggybacks on a trip to The Big Apple for Mum and Dad, so I suggested that they pop up here rather than going home first. Of course it’s up to them, so whatever they choose to do will be what’s best for them, but if they HAPPEN to get here at an earlyish hour of the evening, they might let us take them out to dinner the night before their appointment. MUAHAHA! What? They did say they’ve never had a bad meal in Vermont…

Legalese

I got a HUGE packet of court documents from The Agency in my email yesterday. It was for me and Mum and Dad to all review and make sure everything looked accurate for pre-birth order stuff. Basically The Agency is submitting a bunch of paperwork with our signatures all over it saying that Mum and Dad are the rightful and biological parents of Nugget. Hubs and I obviously aren't contesting it, cause... Well, we're not Nugget's parents. Duh.

Most of it looked good. Mum caught a misspelling of my name in one part - There's only one "E" in my first name. And apparently The Agency was under the impression that:
1.) My lawyer actually spoke with me regarding this contract, and therefore advised me that this paperwork would be forthcoming and
2.) That I had been through this part of the process before.

Firstly, my lawyer emailed me once. Other than that, I emailed with his secretary. He was useless. I'm never using him again. In fact, I have disrecommended him to Sister Surrogate. Secondly, I'm still listed on Tempest's and Wiggle-Worm's birth certificates as their mother. I.F. hasn't gone to court to have my name removed yet. So no, I haven't been through this part of the process before.

Thankfully, I'm a smart human bean and can read and understand legalese. So I expected this, and I know what I'm doing despite  having a lump of an attorney. (I was gonna go for alliteration there, but decided against it.) I did have a moment of "Aww, come on," when I read the documentation listing Mum and Dad as Plaintiffs and me and Hubs as Defendants. I know that's how the courts work, but we're not defending against anything, so my brain kind of went, "Harumph" for a second. I'm over it now.

I've discovered a new breakfast! I'm not sure if it's just me being pregnant or if it's actually something good, but holy crap: Ezekiel english muffins with butter and smashed banana on top. OM NOM NOM! On the downside, eating in the evening (no matter WHAT I eat) seems to cause an excess of indigestion and burping when I go to bed. TUMS is not helping. I'm not sure what to do except maybe try buying a recliner and sleeping in that. But I hate not sleeping next to Hubs, so I'm at a loss. I could ask my OB to prescribe me Ranitidine again but I don't know if that will help, since antacids aren't doing anything. Hmm...