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I had my 30 week OB appointment today. I wasn’t expecting anything terribly exciting today, but I was hoping I would at least get a c-section date (or a close approximation thereof). Alas. It was not meant to be. My doctor, bless her busy heart, tends to forget things we talked about at previous appointments and on this visit had reverted to the “we’ll deliver at 38 weeks” mantra. Which would be the 24th or 25th of March. Nothing against those days, but I would REALLY rather have the c-section on the 21st. I’ve started to get obsessive about that date, for which I should be ashamed. But I’m not.

The good news is I’ve only gained one pound in the last three weeks. So maybe cutting back on the fudge has helped, though Lord knows I haven’t cut back on anything else. You saw that package of Oreos, right? (No, it’s not all gone already. I’m too much of a hoarder for that.) That is just the tip of the iceberg. My little storage ottoman over here is chock full of fattening deserts for me to enjoy. So one pound? I can do that.

Everything else looked good too. The doctor had a bit of a hard time getting the heartbeat to show up on the doppler. She guessed that the baby has her back to my back and her limbs to the front. Which would explain all the kicks I’m getting up front, I suppose. She finally got a good handle on it and estimated it to be about 135bpm which is pretty consistent with her heartrate so far. I think it’s funny. All the “Old Wives Tales” say that faster heartrates mean it’s a girl and slower ones mean a boy. Liam had a pretty speedy heartrate up until he was born and she has never been even into the 140’s as far as I can tell. Maybe it means she’ll be less “on the go” than her bigger brother. Heh, I can hope.

She measures great and right on time. We talked a little bit about the whole antibody thing and I told her my next appointment was on Friday. She said that I should talk about a delivery date with him. That if he thought the baby should be born at 37 weeks, she’d do it then. Now I’m trying to think of a way I can convince this guy that having the baby on March 21st is the best possible thing. Is that wrong of me? Probably.

Anyhow. The whole appointment felt like kind of a letdown. Even though I’m not so blasè as to realize that any appointment that is uneventful like that is a good thing. Maybe I’m just spoiled.

The weather has been horrid today. Very windy to start off with. I nearly got blown clear off the interstate this morning just trying to get to this appointment. Now? SNOW. Again. I don’t even know why I even pretend to be surprised anymore. Welcome to January in Reno!

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