Here's My Beef

Have I mentioned I haven't actually been able to eat beef since I got pregnant. I'm talking about ground beef. You know, tacos, spaghetti, hamburgers... the easy to prepare foods. There have been a few exceptions but only if it's prepared by other people. If I prepare it there is no way I can choke it down. Just thinking about spaghetti makes me gag. Which is funny because my sister couldn't eat spaghetti without throwing up when she was pregnant. -end tangent

The spaghetti thing might also have to do with the fact that the last time I made and ate spaghetti we were eating with the sister missionaries and shortly after dinner was served, one of them excused herself to go throw up in our bathroom that is located a stones throw away from where we were eating. Poor girl. Poor us. -really ending tangent now

I woke up at 5:00 this morning because my bladder was full, which happens nightly and then I go back to sleep. But not this morning. I couldn't fall back asleep because I started thinking about my doctors appointment today and how excited I was to see the baby again. I get that way before every appointment. It feels like Christmas morning! So I laid in bed quietly until 6:00 because I couldn't think of a legitimate reason to wake Jason.  After all, it wasn't actually Christmas, there were no presents downstairs and no stockings hung. But the anticipation and accompanying stomach butterflies were definitely there until we got to the appointment.

This appointment was special. Besides being able to see the little guy moving around, which is always a treat, we were going to confirm that in fact it was a little "guy".

Beef #1: Little guy would NOT spread his legs! I mean I can't be too mad. I was pretty shy growing up and I would not feel comfortable spreading my legs either! I don't blame him!

Beef #2: The doctor hardly spent any time on the other parts of his body. We didn't really get to see him wiggling around, or a great profile picture. We saw his big head, quite a neat picture of one leg, and then stared at his butt the rest of the time. All so she could say she was 85% sure it was a boy. Well at first she said 80% and I said that's not good enough for me and so she looked a little more and added 5%. I had to resist the urge to grab that ultrasound stick thing out of her hand and do it myself!

Let it be known, I really like my doctor. She has always made me feel comfortable. I think this was just an off appointment. It was close to lunch so maybe her blood sugar was low which always makes me a little ornery. Maybe she was rushed with extra patients from other doctors. I don't know what it was but it was definitely not my favorite appointment.

And the more I got thinking about it, the more tiffed I became. This doctor is very easy going, doesn't really tell me what to do or not do, which I thought I would like. But it turns out since it's my first time being pregnant I think I'd like someone to hold my hand a little bit more.

I want to be babied while I grow a baby! 

I want a list of things to watch out for each month and a list of things to do and someone to be accountable to if I don't do those things. That is definitely not my doctor's style. I have to ask her any questions I have and truthfully after looking at our little guy on the screen all the questions/concerns I had over the past month have vanished from my mind.

And I know, I've signed up for the emails and get the weekly updates which help but I want to hear it all from my doctor again. I'm just complaining.

In a few months they told me I have to have my glucose checked. They gave me a 10 oz. bottle of bright orange juice to drink before my appointment. Does anyone know what I'm in for as far as taste goes? I have to drink the ENTIRE thing in 5 minutes and I'm not a guzzler... so that should be interesting.

I think we will continue with our plans as if baby is a boy. 85% is good enough odds to have Jason paint our second bedroom gray. Paint is pretty cheap so if it happens to go the other way... oh well. Everything else I'm thinking of doing is going to be pretty gender neutral. Not boring in any way, because sometimes I think people associate gender neutral (or just neutral in general- that was hard to type, try saying it) with boring muted colors. My baby (whether it be a guy or gal) is going to be super stimulated by the colors in the nursery. Or at least that's the plan.

P.S... In the on going process to make room for baby I have a few items for sale or even donation if anyone is interested. Desk, desk chair, bookshelf, dining room table and 4 chairs, or (the best for last) a cat. Seriously, the last one is super stressing me out. I need to find a good 2nd home for her that isn't our home. There's no more room for her and the idea of having a litter box that's sometimes stinky and sits on the ground with a kid crawling around just really grosses me out. Besides she never really got used to the dog so I can't imagine her getting used to a baby.

Happy Halloween in a few weeks! Love it!