I had a checkup today with the doctor. I had my blood sugar tested. I was told I am boring. Medically speaking, that is. Like airplane rides and trips to the DMV, you want doctors' visits to be uneventful, right? My blood sugar is fine, my blood pressure is good, my weight gain is normal (really? 23 pounds already is normal?), and my uterus growth is on schedule (27 centimeters - whatever that means). Even my "problems" are mundane (back pain and heartburn, whoopi!). So I should be happy, right? Well, I am. But a tiny, weird, selfish part of me wishes that something would be sort of wrong (but not really) so I can get more ultrasounds or visit the doctor more often and listen to the heartbeat. I also can't help but wonder, if everything is going so swimmingly right now, am I bound to suffer some horrid fate come D-Day (Delivery Day)? Am I going to be the patient all the other patients are wispering about ("I heard she's been here 52 hours, needed three epidurals, and had two episiotomies!")? Oh, I'm sure everthing will be alright. I just hope I'm not SO boring, my doctor becomes complacent, forgets about me, and I have to deliver in the hallway of EAMC with only a very frightened (and possibly drunk) Andy by my side.
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I know you know this, but boring is good. Take it from the girl who, with BOTH pregnancies, had to have amniocentesis done because of elevated risk of birth defects. Ugh. So...do you WANT to hear labor stories, or are you merrily sticking your fingers in your ears and humming, "I can't HEAR you!"?
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