(Week 28) Wednesday, August 3rd
Dear Baby Boy,
Today we went for another checkup with Dr. Willis. An hour before the appointment I had to drink some insanely nasty sugar water so they could test me for gestational diabetes. I tell you, that highly concentrated fruit punch is not something I want to indulge in again. It was like drinking syrup, the sugar so intense it burned all the way down my throat. Not pleasant, especially when I couldn’t eat or drink anything after I had it.
When we arrived at the office they got me in fairly quickly because they had to test my blood before the hour was up. It is a good thing I am not diabetic because I do not like having my finger pricked, especially when I don’t get a Hello Kitty Band-Aid after. It hurts for a long while afterword. Other than a sore finger everything is looking normal. In fact, Dr. Willis is calling me Mary Poppins because this pregnancy is practically perfect in every way. Good news for you and me little buddy.
Dr. Willis came in and had an awkward and stiff looking girl follow him in. Instead of shaking our hands she actually gave a stiff bow in our direction. She looked a little lost, a little intimidated, and a lot rigid. She kept her arms tight to her sides and responded with jerky head bobs in the affirmative. The first thing Dr. Willis said to me was, “Oh my heck! Are you pregnant?”
I smiled and said in my serious voice, “We weren’t sure, so we are coming in to have you check.”
The med student looked horrified as she stared at my wide girth. Her eyes got all gawky and worried. Then Dr. Willis, Papa, and I all grinned and chuckled. I still don’t know if she got the joke.
That, little boy, is why I love Dr. Willis. I feel a little bad for the awkward intern, but at the same time he is the best doctor to teach other, soon to be doctors how to lighten things up a little. He is so laid back and knows how to keep me relaxed and feeling good.
Well, keep up all those good workouts. I love getting battered from the inside while trying to sleep. Really, I do. I love being able to feel you in there, moving and kicking. Helps me feel more at ease not having to worry about what it means if you stop moving.
Love you lots,
Your Mom
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