For those of you who know me well, or have spent all of five minutes with me, know that patience is a virtue I simply don't have, which is why I absolutley dread going to my OB appointments for baby mama check ups. Without fail when I go I sit in the waiting room for at least 30 minutes before being taken to the back where I have to wait an additional 15-20 minutes after the nurse leaves with nothing to look at but the giant diagram poster of a vajayjay. Twice I've started walking out ready to go all Norma Rae on their office, and turned the corner into my doctor who makes me go back to the room head hunched and sulking to wait on her a little longer. When I'm finally graced with her presence she never apologizes for the wait, spends all of five minute with me and then I'm on my merry way with instructions to set up another appointment. I've gotten so annoyed a couple times I've canceled an appointment and just skipped it - ha, that'll show them! crap.This last time though was nearly the final straw: after waiting over an hour she finally came in and I brought up the fact that I'm carrying a ginormous bobblehead baby and she looks at my measurements and says that she doesn't think he's that big (ummm my last ultrasound showed he's in the 67th percentile with an abnormally big head and expected to be bigger than Bella, who was 8 lbs 15 oz) but that I had in fact gained a little more weight than she'd like and suggested I lay off the sweets. If bobblebaby wasn't weighing me down I would have leapt across the room and tackled her labcoat ass! I understand that I measure normally, that just means I house very cramped babies - my body literally doesn't make enough room for them and I'm totally feeling it this pregnancy. he's. not. happy. UGH, I would find another OB, but I have less than five weeks to go so it doesn't really make sense.
AND I'm still trying to figure out how Justin and I end up with bigger babies - I like to think I did my homework, it's not like I'm carrying a football player's baby... I picked a cross country runner for goodness sake (love you J!)
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I will kill her...or send her an angry letter. Not cool OB lady! I think you look BEAUTIFUL. I think she's just jealous because she's not having a bobblebaby.
Hint: always try to get the first appt. of the morning and make sure she's not in surgery before your appt.
Also, hate to remind but YOU were 8 pounds 15 ounces so what makes you think you would have smaller babies than yourself?
Sorry sweetie but someone needs to tell you to Snap Out of It and since I'm on the west coast you can't tackle me and beat me down! Yes, even with you being 8 months pregnant, I am afraid!!
Yup, sorry about those OB appts. It's always fun to schedule them into our busy days just to have them say "you're good to go, see you in..." But like you're Auntie said, it's possible YOU (like me) carry bigger babies because WE were big babies. My hubby was 6# when he was born...I on the other hand, was closer to 8#, which could be why both my kiddos were the EXACT same size (8# 1 oz), with the exception of a TENTH of an ounce. I'm hoping that doesn't change if God blesses us with more kids...and I'll be praying that this little guy is SMALLER than Bella. :) Hang in there, Momma. You are SOOOOOOOO close!!! :)
So all three sisters (you, andi and bri) had big babies...and then got right back to being tiny themselves...no question it will happen again.
I loved being so close to the birth day...but then hated it at the same time...I mean its.so.stinking.close! Here's to a quick last few weeks!!
I agree with the earlier suggestion: Schedule the first appointment of the day. Then be late. HA!
No, but that always did help. I was lucky in having a doctor who would sit with me as long as I wanted and answer every.stupid.question I had.
You are in the home stretch at least!
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