Monthly Archive for February, 2006
Today was my 16 week prenatal appointment. With my ravenous appetite over the past month, I was afraid to step on the scale. Much to my surprise, however, I am right on target for weight gain. I got to hear the little heartbeat again. I don’t think that will ever get old. There are two hearts beating within me. Simply amazing. For William’s sake, I asked the nurse if she was able to determine if there were twins by the heart tones. (William continues to beg me for twins…) She laughed and told me that I shouldn’t desire such a thing (as she speaks from experience with a set of her own.) She also said that since my uterus is right on target for size and there is only one heartbeat detected, the probability of having twins looks slim. (Sorry, William.) Besides, multiple gestation pregnancies mean more frequent visits to the doctor, and the pregnancy becomes classified as high risk. Since I’m still in school, I’d rather not add that complication.
In four weeks, we’ll finally get to “see” the baby for the first time. At 20 weeks, we get the first ultrasound. We have decided to find out the sex or rather “the flavor” (as my grandfather said) of the baby provided that the baby isn’t trying to hide such information from us. Several of our close friends have had babies or are still pregnant. Two have had boys, one is having a boy, and the other couple has decided to let it be a surprise until delivery. All, however (provided the last couple has a boy) have called dibs on our child if the baby turns out to be a girl. There’s nothing like trying to arrange a marriage before the baby is even born! We’ll see. My prayer is simply for a healthy baby.
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We have really enjoyed hearing from friends and family over the past two weeks. It was rather odd, though, that our friends in Japan got the DVD before our friends in North Carolina and William’s grandparents in Tennessee. Oh well. I think everyone knows by now. Some of our friends and family couldn’t believe that we had been keeping it a secret so long. Since we have been planning for the past 2 years, it was easy to extend the secret for 2 more months. I think it would have been much more difficult to handle if people did know our plans and the plans weren’t coming to fruition. This way, nobody had expectations and it became a pleasant surprise.
Last night, I was scheduled to work at an After Hours pediatric clinic as part of my rotation for school. My shift was from 5pm to 11pm. I ate quite a bit earlier that day, and ate a decent sized piece of chicken on the way to the clinic. The clinic got busy rather quickly. When I was doing my shift work in the ER in October, I hardly ever ate anything except for maybe a granola bar or a sandwich during the 8 hours I was there. I naturally reverted back to that mode.
After about 2 hours however, I did start to get a little hungry, so I ate a banana. About an hour after that, my stomach started to talk again, so I ate a granola bar. By about 9:15, I was taking the history for one of the new patients. I was standing there talking to the mother, but started to feel a little strange. My head felt heavy, my stomach started to turn (which is odd, since I have not had any problems with nausea), and I started to sweat. I politely excused myself to go “wash my hands” and headed toward the bathroom. The nurses redirected me to their little breakroom, and told me that I looked like “crap”. They fed me Gatorade and animal crackers, took my vital signs, and sent me to lay down. I felt rather silly, but it was a lesson learned. (As I was quickly reminded by the nurse that carb-rich snacks will greatly increase the insulin produced and cause an even greater risk for hypoglycemia once all the carbs have been used up.)
Now my white coat pockets are constantly armed with not only carbohydrate snacks, but also protein such as nuts. When I returned home that night, William had climbed the fence to go to our local grocery store, and brought me back tons of food. I assured him that I was not an anorexic pregnant lady, but he insisted that he would have to start force feeding me if that ever happened again.
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