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Since it's winter I don't look so obviously expectant in public places like the metro, unless you consider that my coat is only half-way buttoned. For the first time ever I used my physical state to my advantage recently. When we were at Medieval Times we were seated in the middle of a long row, and so I asked the couple at the end if we could trade places. Since preggies have to go to the loo so often, you see, it's always better to be on the aisle. They complied and I did excuse myself several times, as well as standing for while because I felt really stuffed with all the food. And everyone's telling me how much I glow. My hair is pretty shiny and my skin has cleared up. So that's cool. This morning I had another ob/gyn appointment. When the nurse checked for Bassou's heartbeat she had a hard time finding it, and I felt a wave of panic and worry wash over me. She went to get another nurse who was able to hit the right spot - Bassou's heartbeat as strong as steady as mine, at least when I'm not stressed. I asked if they could tell how he was positioned and they said I'd have to get an ultrasound for the visual. Otherwise I'm just not feeling him move around. WTH, kid? Today was one of those days where I really love my job. Actually I enjoy my job most of the time and definitely feel lucky and grateful, but for some reason today I felt the love especially strongly today. I'm working on an e-consultation, among other things, and still on Burma. I wonder how much I'll miss the office.... |
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