No news = Good news

This morning we left the house around 8am and got to Rio at 12 just in time for the appointment which was less than impressive. I told Nate that I wish that I was ignorant and never went to pre-natal visits because they seem like a waste of time. Honestly I learn more from books and the internet than I do my doctor. Good thing we don't pay a dime but we do have to make an 8hr round trip to visit.

How the visit went:

Dr. J: How is everything going?
Me: Great no complaints
Dr. J: Ok let's check you out. You look like your gaining weight great just in the belly. Some people have such a hard time with eating right. You must be taking great care of yourself.
Me: Uh thanks. I try.
    I step on the scale.....
Dr. J: Wow you've gained too much weight too fast. I think we need to do a glucose test again for gestational diabetes.
Me: ???? Ok???

End of visit.

Ahhhh she kills me. I have no idea what to do with her but laugh. I gained 11 lbs in 9 weeks which is approximately 1.22 lbs a week. According to the books I should be gaining 1 lb a week. How in the heck did I gain too much and where is the line? It's almost like she has a number and if that number deviates then she freaks. I don't even thinks she takes me into consideration.

I really don't care what she says at this point about my weight. I will just do what she says to appease her even though I know that I am healthy. Next week I have to go in for another fasting glucose test, drink that terrible sugar drink and then wait so they can draw my blood again. I just don't understand why she doesn't talk about anything else other than my weight like is Belle moving and how often. You can't have it all I guess.

Nate said the perfect phrase to put life into perspective: "A crappy day but a healthy baby. You can't ask for more." It's so true and so I will end with that.

Tchau,
Sara