Went to my 24 week O/B appointment this morning, was handed the hospital registration packet. Why? Well, at 24 weeks, there is in actual fact a chance for survival, should Peabo decide to make a REALLY early appearance.
Needless to say, I'm not terribly worried about that happening; she seems pretty happy to stay where she is for the time being, but it did sort of throw into sharp relief the fact that we are past the halfway point, and especially once Bean starts back to school, the next three months are going to fly by. All seems well, although I was questioned as to why I might have gained 8 pounds in a month. I thought about saying "goblins?" but opted for honesty, which was that frankly I've been eating crap. Still, I have gained less than 20 pounds total, and only a pound or two heavier than the average for this point in pregnancy---it was more the amount in the time frame given, but my doctor restrained herself from saying more than "you might want to lay off the cookies a bit". Which is sadly true. However, I am also going to say that since I LOST weight earlier on due to my lovely bout of food poisoning, maybe I was doing a little bit of catch up. That is definitely it.
Tried to hear Peabo's heartbeat, but she was having none of that, kicking the Doppler every time the doctor got a handle on the "thudthudthud". Finally she just put it away and said "I think we're doing okay in there". Indeed. It was kind of amusing.
In other news, I am rather enamored with this website I stumbled upon. Not that I'm a huge movie junkie or anything, but there is something kind of nifty about owning clothing that has been seen onscreen, big or small.
by at August 14, 2006 12:26 PM
It looks like whatever weight you have gained is all baby. Keep eating the healthy snax and you'll be ok.
Posted by: Julie on August 15, 2006 8:01 AM