Well, today was my monthly check up to see how baby Keown is doing. As my doctor put it, it was a 'boring' appointment, but Josh went with me anyway. I love scheduling 8am appointments with my doctor because then I am out of there in a timely fashion. Otherwise, we are there for at least an hour and a half.
The way my doctors office works, is you come in, check-in, and then sit in a waiting room only to be called back to sit in YOUR physicians waiting room (odd I know). So, we get back there, they always make you pee in a cup (which is ALWAYS eventful for me), and then you sit and wait. Well, we got called back to our waiting area and I took off my jacket and sat it in the chair next to Josh and went to the bathroom. When I came out, Josh was looking at me crazy, and the only thing I could imagine was that I pee'd on myself or something. I get to him and he touches my stomach and says "Is that your belly button?". SHEW! Yes, it was my belly button. My belly button, that has in the last couple of weeks decided to 'make an appearance'. It hasn't quite popped out yet, but it's getting there. I told Josh that we should take bets as to when and if it'll pop out.
We got called back into the room and my FAVORITE thing ever, is the first thing. Taking my weight. Of course, Josh is sitting right where he can see the number. I GASPED. Up EIGHT (8) pounds. What in the world?! After I started breathing again, the nurse took my blood pressure and giggled on her way out the door because Josh was making jokes about my weight gain. After we were in the room alone, he helped me cope with the recent increase with saying things like, 'well you have only gained 8 pounds since you've been pregnant', or 'You're having a baby so it's really ok, it's expected' and throw in a below the belt comment about how if I kept gaining at this rate, i'd weigh as much as him by the time I delivered... thanks dear! Then he started giggling about my belly button again. And in no time, the doctor was in our room. She immediately comes to me with a piece of paper and says "Let me show you something" and points to a lovely 8+ and just looks at me. I said "not good huh?" Her response, "not good. We need to slow it down". Yes ma'am.
We continued with the appointment. Listened to Baby Keown's precious heartbeat, which is strong as ever and still the sweetest sound I think I've ever heard. Measure my stomach. Or as Josh and I call it, my 'speed bump' (because when I lay down, it just looks like a little hump). Which is measuring right on que with my weeks.Then she answered some questions and told us bye. As she was walking out the door, she looked back and said "And remember, decrease those calories". When she closed the door, Josh BUST out laughing. He said "you got your hand smacked!" HA. Yes I did. Guess those desserts lately are not my friend after all. Guess I'll have to be more cautious with my eating. 8lbs in 4 weeks, does not make the doctor happy.
So that was our trip to the doctor today. Josh also told me that I now look pregnant. I would hope so by 23 weeks. And I keep getting random texts and phone calls asking me how my hand is, since I 'got it smacked' this morning by the doctor. He is such a turd. I guess if it's true what they say, that a way to a womans heart is to make her laugh, well, in the last two days, I've fallin more in love with him. The boy has kept me laughing.
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