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 9th 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…
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