Darlings! I have so many good things to tell you!
First off, we saw Dr. Mama this morning. I've gained a whopping five pounds since my last visit (not bad!). He doesn't want me to gain more than another 15 or so pounds, so here's hoping I can do it. Everything else is normal, normal, normal!
He is the best OB ever. EVER. Seriously. He answered all my questions; mostly about things like position of the baby (fine, even if I can't close my legs while sitting), whether or not I'll need bed rest (not yet, but maybe), my hip pain after walking (normal for fat pregnant chicks, and sit down if it's bad), and other things.
Today's appointment was the complete opposite of the last one. Dr. Mama is such a dear he even tried to gamely defend Dr. Dismissive, but understood why we wouldn't like him. He's fine with us doing so much monitoring on our own. Currently, I check my blood sugar daily, my blood pressure morning and evening, my weight every day (big weight gains are a sign of preeclampsia), and use the doppler to check on the baby. We're going to also pick up those urine protein strips (thank you, Atkins people, for making them readily available) so we can check for protein in my urine (currently, there is only a trace).
The only sad thing is that Dr. Mama wants me to slow down my orange juice consumption (sob!), currently at about oh, a quart or two a day. He pointed out that juice is full of sugar, and even though my glucose levels are fine now, they may not stay that way and I should try, if I can, to avoid sugar in all forms as much as possible. Private note to Nancy: yeah, my doctor too. Bummer! I plan to go buy actual oranges and eat them instead. One at a time. Sigh.
After our fun times with Dr. Mama, we headed around the corner to see the cardiologist. I wasn't worried that there was anything wrong with my heart, but I was expecting to be at worst sternly lectured by the doctor, and at best to be nearly ignored.
But the cardiologist was divine. He was kind, first of alll; when he looked at my history and saw that I'd lost the boys, actually sympathy flickered across his face. Then he told me that he and his wife also struggled with infertility and eventually adopted (and sadly, then divorced). He listened to my history, agreed that I was remarkably healthy for my weight, and agreed that it would be good if I could get back to my pre-infertility treatment weight again (sigh) and get more active after this baby is born (ha!). He even laughed when he asked me how I planned to lose the weight and I said, "I'm considering anorexia."
LOVED HIM.
It was really a treat. And, my heart is just AWESOME, and he can't imagine needing to see me again.
After that, I headed off to my favorite diner to grab lunch. This diner has been THE place to go through most of my sobriety (even if some people, Catherine, thinks it's a hellhole), and I love it. Sadly, because my city has changed from a grungy place with lots of greasy spoons to a town full of sparkling expensive restaurants (how they all stay in business, I'll never know), my fave place is up for sale and may be turned into a glittering spot I can't afford in the near future. As sad as I am about the potential loss, I'm not nearly as sad as Harriet, the waitress who has been there for FORTY YEARS. She's been there so long she's actually in the menu. She waited on us today.
But, for now, it's still there, and they deep-fried my home fries like I love (yeah, I know, but WHO CARES THEY ARE DELICIOUS. Seriously). And then I got to read all of your wonderful comments to my final James Frey post, and I love you all even more.
Final, final thing I'll say about poor James: I think we all need to keep him in our prayers (if praying is a thing you do). He's hitting an awful emotional bottom now, and life sucks for him. I hope he can stay sober through it, so let's all pray that he gets the help and support he needs to get through this.
Also, keep Sarah's family in your prayers as well. Her great-uncle just passed away, and she's heading up to the funeral tomorrow. I met her uncle at her wedding, and he was absolutely hilarious. Sad day for everyone.
And my last silly detail: all of you who (Em, I believe it was you! And you, Christy; and Angela) mentioned the TV series Firefly to me recently, thank you thank you thank you. My local cable giant is running the old episodes on-demand and I've been enjoying them tremendously. I had no idea that it was the exact same cast that was used in the movie Serenity (which I loved)! The writing is phenomenal, the production quality amazing, and the characters captivating. LOVE IT! Thank you. I'll probably watch more tonight instead of watching the idiot, I mean our president, drone on and on during the State of the Union address.
It's been too good a day. The baby is fine! You know, for now. Yee-ha! Jesus, is this post giddy or what?
