We will see the doctor. It’s the once a week appointment time! For some reason I was looking forward to this earlier in the pregnancy. I have NO idea why.
I think I’d forgotton what the last month of visits were like with Harper.
I would put on real pants, show up for the appointment, and leave crying.
These were the standard phrases used in that last month:
- Your body hasn’t changed any.
- Oh you’re miserable, well that’s just a part of being pregnant.
- We’ll see you back next week.
- You probably won’t have anymore ultrasounds, you’ll just see what the baby looks like when she comes.
- You need to be pregnant until 40 weeks.
- Looks like you’re just a “contractor” and you’ll just have contractions up until your water breaks in a month.
Number 6 ticks me off the most. Like “oh you’re body is just stupid and you’re going to feel like garbage for another month”….GREAT.
This week I saw a new doctor, since mine was out of the office. He informed me that even though I was told the baby could come on the 29th, that my doctor would be out of town and would not schedule us for birth until she got back, ON APRIL FIRST.
After pouting for a little while, I thought “well that’s sort of neat, he will be an April baby like me and share my diamond birth stone!”. Then, I realized April 1st is freakin’ April fools day! UGH.
I’m not hating on people that have it for a birthday, but it’s just not what I had in mind. I REALLY want a St. Patricks day baby!!!!! REALLY BAD. Like the day before I’m going to do 100 jumping jacks, eat spicy food, and drink the cervix tea. The other two dates that would be cool are John’s birthday or his grandfather’s birthday, they’re all within a few days of St. Patricks too!
Clearly I just don’t want to wait another month, I want to wait 2 weeks. Apparently you can’t decide when babies will come, Harper taught me that.
I’ll probably be pregnant in June still. But let’s hope not.