Yesterday when we went to the doctor’s office we were expecting the usual jerkwad Dr. P to waltz in the door and spend 2 seconds with us. How SHOCKED were we when Dr. P bounced in the door in what was obviously a good mood and joked around a bit before beginning a conversation with “How are things going?”!?! We were so flabbergasted we hardly knew what to do! We went over our phone call from last week, then he had me lay on the table and then TOUCHED MY BELLY, explained how the baby was positioned and how we could tell that she’d dropped or when I was having a real honest-to-goodness contraction. It was unbelievable. When we were walking out of the office we wondered out loud to each other if Dr. P has been having a bad year this year … maybe his wife left him or he lost a parent? … we almost felt BAD. My guess? Today he took his meds (either that or he has a twin brother). It was nice to see this side of him, however shocking it was. We see him again in 2 weeks and the dreaded pelvic exams begin, so we’ll see if he can do a repeat of “nice Dr. P.”
My belly has grown another 3 cm! I’ve regained the one pound I lost so I’m the same weight I’ve been for a month. My blood pressure was a little higher but still normal … the nurse explained that it happens that way the more pregnant you get (I believe her, breathing is tougher lately since my lungs are so squished so I imagine my heart is doing overtime right now). The baby’s heartbeat was 143 and instead of that crazy swooshing sound we’re so used to hearing we heard a real “boom boom” style heartbeat. I asked the nurse why the baby’s pulse was so much lower and she just chuckled and told me that her heart was growing! There really is a little person in there!
After the appointment John had a meeting so I thought I would have just enough time to scrape together some dinner and rest a little before we headed off to breastfeeding class but one of my runners and her mom stopped by the house to bring Little Buddy a present … the cutest newborn outfit EVER!
It’s going to be what she wears home from the hospital, so it was totally worth not getting a meal at home!! I made John drive through KFC (I refuse to eat another Clif bar for the rest of my life) and we gorged ourselves on fried chicken on the way to class and ended up being late … again, worth it.
So yeah, breastfeeding class. They had videos of topless women and a fake boob and about a dozen baby dolls upon which we had to PRACTICE (with our own boobs, not the fake one). I’m not kidding. Granted, we got some great information in a packet, a few handy tips, and a lot of encouragement but … 55 bucks? Seriously? I’m not going to remember most of what she said — except for maybe the video of the woman with totally traumatized boobs — when I’m in the hospital with a squalling infant rooting around on my chest. I hope John was paying close attention … even though I suspect he was also traumatized by the boob videos. Luckily the class was kind enough to refer me to a place called The Pump Station (I’ve been told about this place by a few others who just RAVE!) which offers lots of breastfeeding support to new moms. This magical place coupled with the rumored amazing nursing staff at the hospital will hopefully get us off to a good start. I’m actually considering NOT purchasing a pump right away. We got a manual one at the last baby shower so I keep wondering if I can get by without one. Is that crazy?