I had a prenatal appointment today. It hasn’t been that long, since I went in a couple of weeks ago after my faint. Unfortunately, it was the day after that where I fell down the stairs. In going in today, I was curious what she’d say about that, among other things.
We got to the city unnaturally early, so we drove through the one Starbucks drive-thru and Dekker and I had a very special date. He got an apple juice, I got a pumpkin spice latte, and we each got a big cookie. He waited patiently for me to drive us to the doctors office before I pulled him out of his car seat and gave him his treat. I called it a cookie date, and he loved it. We took pictures and even shared some tastes of cookie with Laela. We waited and snacked until Brady showed up, and then went in.
My doctor ran about a half hour behind today, but that was fine. Dekker was pretty adamant that he didn’t want to go to the doctors office today. He had said the same thing yesterday, yet he told us many times yesterday and today “Dekker having fun at Dr Wubabs office.” So I was hoping he’d be ok with today. Dr. Guselle running a bit behind gave him time to acclimate. Laela was happy there, as usual, drumming on the step stool. When she did finally come into the room, we told her about my fall, and she told me what I already knew. Appropriate pain meds, ice, and suffering. The end. As I suspected. Not a huge deal. She’s fine with me seeing my chiropractor, so I’ll continue on that route and hope everything heals up soon. Other than that, I was pretty question-free. My blood pressure was suuuper low again, but my normal just seems to be around 90/60, so I guess its nothing to be shocked about anymore.
We heard the heartbeat of our incredibly elusive baby once again. It swam like crazy and avoided the doppler like the plague, but we got a couple of different readings that were both good and strong, so we’ll take them happily. She made a joke about getting two readings and saying we already had a scan that said it was just one baby, so not to worry. I told her I had two girlfriends who didn’t find out about their twin pregnancies until past twenty weeks, and she was a bit baffled by that. She assured me that was quite unheard of, and I assured her that I wasn’t choked either way 🙂 BUT that I figured I’d probably be quite a bit bigger already if I were carrying two! Pretty sure I’m not, but I’d definitely take two if they were offered to me!
We’ve been home for a while, getting the kids lunch and taking a load off. Laela is finally sleeping but Dekker is squirming around in his bed. I want to go in and tell him to stay quiet, but I fear waking the finally sleeping baby girl! I guess I’ll just hope for the best! They’re in bed, I’m in bed, and can’t complain.
Yay for day blogging!