My doctor appointment yesterday afternoon went well. It was pretty uneventful except for the surprise blood work, which always throws me off my game, but other than that, everything looks good. I hate blood work, and detest needles. They freak me out -- I start to shake, sweat, the works. I'm pathetic. I'm fully aware of it, but man... they terrify me!
The baby's heart rate was in the high 160's range, which is fairly typical in early pregnancies, so unfortunately no indication of the baby's gender. It did take the doctor a minute to find the heart rate, but thankfully I was able to hear it.
I must be emotional, because when I heard the baby's heart beat on the doppler I could instantly feel my eyes well with tears. Before I knew it, I was bawling. Hearing your baby's heart beat for the first time is such an amazing sound, and it absolutely overwhelmed me.
I haven't gained any weight yet - in fact I've lost a couple of pounds, which isn't even on my radar as something I should worry about. With Katherine I lost 20 pounds initially from being so sick, so this isn't even a blip on the radar! And it's not like I don't have 20 pounds to lose this time around anyway! LOL!
My doctors --- Let's just say that as of now, I have SEVERE reservations. I loved the OB/GYN practice that I had been going to since I moved to Des Moines. All of the doctors were very competent, and I would have been comfortable with any of them in the delivery room. Well..... After Katherine, my fave doc retired. After Caleb, another one decided not to do the OB side anymore, so he doesn't deliver babies. They tried to hire a few doctors, but decided to take in 4 doctors from another practice here in town. Two are M.D's and two are D.O.'s. I don't go to D.O's. I don't trust them. I'd never take my kids to one, let alone, slice me open if (God forbid) I need a C-section. However, there are a ton of D.O.'s here in town because of the school. Yesterday I saw a D.O. -- one of the new guys. He was older, maybe in his 50's and talked to me like I didn't know a thing. He started to preach to me about morning sickness and food aversions even though I told him I felt fine and this was my THIRD pregnancy. I was seriously questioning if he bothered to read my chart.
Anyway, I wasn't a fan. I don't plan to go to him again before the baby is born, and just pray that he isn't on call when the little one decides to make his/her grand entrance.
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