A Pregnant Story

So this is my pregnant story for the day:

This morning, bright and early, I was to have an ultrasound done. I was supposed to drink 16 oz of water before going in, which isn't really all that much. Except when you get confused and think that one bottle of water is 9 oz and therefore you should drink two bottles. Yikes! Then you really have to pee. So you go in with your hubby and your eyes are just brimming, cause you really have to go. No one is really aware of the pain you are in, because they all assumed that you drank just 16 oz. I lay down and the ultrasound began and there was our little baby with it's little toes and fingers and even a nose. So cool. And then there is my bladder. "Oh my goodness! Your bladder is really full! You must really need to go..." "I thought I was supposed to drink 16 oz before coming!?!" "Honey, 16 oz is two cups." "Ohhh!" "Quick, get up and go to the bathroom." "Thank you!!!" Yeah, that was embarrassing. What 21 year old thinks that 16 oz is really double that? Um, DORK! Anyway, when I got back, baby had turned upside down so we couldn't see the face anymore. The spine was neat and so was the brain, but not quite as beautiful as the face would've been. So we didn't get any good pictures. But the technician couldn't get a good look at all the parts of the heart, so we get to go back in four weeks for another look. This time with less peeing involved and hopefully a more co-operative baby. What was cute was Adam poking my belly... "Move baby, move!"

Second edition to my story is my Dr.'s appointment. My weight this week is 134. Five weeks ago it was 124. Uh-oh, too much. I don't feel fat and I had no idea that I had gained ten pounds over the past five weeks! When did this happen and where have I put it? Well, the Dr said that this was too much to gain in five weeks, even though it only brought the total weight gain up to 11 pounds. "You must be doing something wrong," she said, "Eating too late, too many desserts or too many carbs." (Thanks for the pie Mom!) So I leave the office feeling like poop because I'm fat. Worse yet is, after another visit to the potty before I leave, I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror. Hmm, it does look kinda chubby and my pants are really squeezing me today... I must really be getting fat! Isn't that how the brain works? Forget about seeing the baby on the ultrasound and become overwhelmed feeling fat! How very silly, but none-the-less, this is how it went.

Well, I had to return some goods to Eckerds on the way to work after the appointment and
I was feeling pretty low. Leta (my sister in-law) works at Eckerds and since her car was there I looked for her. She comes around the corner and I ask, "Leta, am I fat?" She says, "Yeah, you are fat..." And she pats my tummy. "That's what the Dr said. I gained ten pounds in the last five weeks." "Oh!" She says. "Your face isn't fat and neither are your arms!" I don't remember exactly how it went, but I was an emotional pregnant woman, and pretty soon there were tears brimming in my eyes. And there they went, onto my cheeks. And I couldn't believe I was crying in Eckerds. But Leta didn't care and she did her best to reassure me and even called out, "I love you!" when I was walking out the door. After spilling some tears, I felt much better and was even ready to go into work. If I hadn't spilled some tears in Eckerds, I would've felt like it at work and that would've been most embarrassing. Oh, what a girl I am. And what a blonde. A pregnant blonde at that.