Today Is A Special Day...

Today is a special day because it is my nephew’s 6th birthday! Yes ladies and gentlemen, Will is turning the big 0-6 today (or, as some children refer to it as, the wrong side of 5)! Will: Auntie and Marvin (and Baby Bav, of course) want to wish you a very Happy Birthday and we’ll see you on Saturday! Also, our good friend Major Powers (above), would also like to wish Will a Happy Birthday. So Will, Happy Birthday from Major Powers! Hope you have a great day!

Today is also a special day because Marvin and I found out this morning at the doctor’s office that I don’t have Gestational Diabetes! No more gross orange-pop like drink for me (at least during this pregnancy)! Given this wonderful news, I’m sure most of you (like me) would say that this is cause for celebration… say a chocolate lunch or something of the sort. However, that won’t be happening because the doctor also told us that I need to cut out all fruit juices and all junk food given my weight gain since the last visit (seven pounds) is ‘way to much’.

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My weight gain is ‘way too much’? I need to keep it ‘under control’? Does he know who is talking to? Does he know how ridiculous it is for me not to eat any junkfood? Is that even humanly possible? Phew – my blood pressure.... let me start from the beginning.

Each doctor's visit is kicked off by me getting weighed in. I clearly remember my weight from my last visit four weeks ago and I definitely remember my weight from earlier today. First things first, I may not be an accountant (oh wait, I am), but I know that when you subtract the first number from the second, you get five pounds not seven. So great, I have a doctor who can’t do simple math. Second, he didn’t look into how much weight I’ve gained throughout the pregnancy to see if I was still ok (which, if you're interested is 20 pounds (or 22 pounds if you use his ‘doctor math’) which in my books isn't too bad – sorry Sandra & Mike, I’m sure not all doctors use his kind of ‘doctor math’), nor did he ask me if there was any particular reason for the weight gain, nor did he ask if I was exercising at all, nor did he consider that I might be a bit emotional and touchy about discussing weight gain, you know seeing as I’m pregnant and all. The short of the long is that I made it out of the doctor’s office, down the elevator and part way through the parking lot before freaking out. Poor Marvin – I’m sure he thinks I’m crazy right now. But I don’t know of a single woman (pregnant or not) who enjoys being told that her recent weight gain is ‘way too much’.

Anyhow, I’ve now had a couple of hours to calm down and I've taken this time to think about it realistically. Five pounds (not seven) in four weeks, isn’t great. I have to admit, I have been eating junkfood quite a bit since we got back from vacation, I haven’t been eating as many veggies as I should, and I haven’t been exercising a lot. So really, if I think about it rationally, I guess I can see where the doctor is coming from. So for Baby Bav’s benefit, I will try to cut out the fruit juices and junkfood as best as I can, but if the doctor thinks I’m not going to eat birthday cake on Saturday with Will, he’s sadly mistaken! :)

As for the rest of the visit, there really isn’t much to tell because the visit was so short (I swear about two minutes, no exaggeration). The blood pressure was good, the weight gain was bad (see above, if you must), no specifics on the belly measurement other than it was ‘adequate’ for being 30 weeks along (and the doctor didn’t even tell me that, I had to call the nurse afterwards to find out for myself what he had written in my chart), and the heart beat, well all we know is that it was there. We had to listen carefully to hear it because it all happened so quickly. I mean, really, what expectant parents want to hear their little baby’s heart beat anyways? Too many patients, too little time I suppose.

Anyhow, thanks for letting me vent. I feel better now and can finally move on with my day! And Marvin, don't worry, I'm safe to be around now - sorry to scare you! :)