Queen of Rambles

I had a completely new experience today. For the first time in my life I was chastised by a medical professional for losing weight. When you weigh as much as I do, that only happens in happy fantasy dreams. Too bad this weight loss doesn’t mean I get to wear super cute clothes while spinning around at a swing dance competition. I want to swing dance. Wouldn’t that be fun?

Seriously, I am not that worried because my belly is definitely growing. I can barely fit into my “fat pants” and my breasts are having major spillage out of my bra. My butt? It’s about to disappear. I don’t think having a giant ass is a pregnancy necessity.

I just hope I don’t do what my mom did when she was pregnant with my sister. She only gained 7 pounds throughout her whole pregnancy and my sister weighed 9 pounds. She gained 40 pounds after the birth. That’s just a tad bit backwards.

This appointment went pretty well, though I spilled some sugar in my urine. I told Mike about it and he could not figure out why I had sugar in the bathroom while I was peeing. Poor man. I am rather concerned about that, but am not going to freak out just yet. Perhaps next time I won’t eat a pint of Brownie Batter ice cream the night before the appointment.

The doctor couldn’t find a heart beat with the doppler monitor, but for some reason I didn’t panic this time. The doctor was just so calm and easy going that she made it easy to forgo the panic. We went to the ultrasound room and found a tumbling baby. It did some somersaults, then curled up in a little ball and went to sleep. We could see the heart beating and the doctor was thrilled to see that it had a very straight, healthy spine. The heart beat problem comes from my placenta placement. I have a very thick placenta (I just know you wanted to know that) that is attached in such a way that it blocks out the sound waves from the doppler. It was so exciting to see the baby that I almost thought I would cry. Last time we just saw a blob that was supposed to be a head, but this time I could see the whole baby from several angles (but no crotch shot). It made the whole thing much more real.

Last, but not least, I had to go get tested for parvo. Parvo! Isn’t that what kills little puppies? Apparently it is the fifth type of measles and common in children (though I have never heard of it before). Since I work with little kiddies I need to be tested for it. I just can’t wait to call my mom and tell her I’m being tested for parvo. For some reason it makes me laugh, though it SHOULDN’T since we lost many a poor little pup to the disease. We had it in our yard and despite giving our puppies their shots before they ever entered our home, most of them died. When I got my dog, Bonkers, my mom made me give her the shot myself! She thought if she did that I would change my mind about getting the puppy, but she didn’t count on my freaky love of needles. I actually enjoyed the experience. I guess I must have done a good job since Bonkers is 14 years old and still frisky.

And now it’s time for me to knuckle down and get some serious work done. Or I could go to Wal-mart and buy a body pillow. I think I’d prefer work to Wal-Mart. I loathe the local Wal-Mart here and would do just about anything to avoid it. I wish Target had body pillows, but if they do they hide them well.

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