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the_rckI had another PT appointment yesterday and learned two more stretches. They're neither of them easy under current conditions, but they may well prove helpful. That appointment was over at noon, and I had an OB appointment at 3, so I had them wheel me to a lounge area in Taubman (I ended up nearer the bathrooms than the OB clinic by my own choice. In a three hours period, I was definitely going to need the bathroom). I'm very glad the hospital has a transport service for getting around inside the building. Walking just hurts so damn much right now.
I also didn't go straight to the clinic because Scott had called in to work in order to get a fasting cholesterol test done and to help me get to my appointments. While I was at PT, he was out trying to return some stuff to Target (We got one very large, expensive toy that, as it turns out, we don't need) and try to use our gift cards there. Our plan was for him to join me at about 2:30 so that he could attend the OB appointment.
As it happens, we both had a frustrating time during that interval. He couldn't find anything at Target and ended up waiting a very long time in the returns line, even though he was the only person there. He also spent considerable time and effort looking for a handwritten list of stuff we need that doesn't actually exist. He thought I'd made one, but all I'd done was print our registries and put stars by the items I thought we needed to get before the baby arrives and note which of the Babies 'R' Us items I thought might also be found at Target.
My frustration came from being cornered for a longish heart to heart talk by a very sincere woman who urged me to place all my worries and fears with Christ because he'd make sure that nothing bad happened to me or my baby. She wasn't rude, and I suspect that she'd have gone away if I'd demanded it, but... It's very hard for me to turn away from someone who's just trying to be friendly (and she wasn't evangelizing, just talking about what has worked for her). I was relieved, though, when she finally went away. I was already tired, and talking wasn't helping me any.
Scott arrived, and we went to the appointment. I saw the same nurse-midwife that I saw last time, so we had some continuity. She was a little concerned by the baby's heart rate, which was slower than at the previous visit, and by the fact that I'm not always feeling the baby's movements (I can *see* them when I'm shirtless, and I (or anybody else for that matter) can feel them externally by placing a hand on my belly. I just can't always identify them without such tactics), so she sent us upstairs for a nonstress test.
It turned out to be a very, very long walk. I really should have asked for a chair. By the time we actually got there, I was ready to collapse. Fortunately, I didn't have to do anything except sit there with a belt around my belly. That recorded a good, steady heartbeat and a good rate of movement.
Then they did a quick ultrasound to check the amniotic fluid levels. Those also looked good, and we were happy to get another look at the baby. She's much more substantial now (and this nurse confirms that we're expecting a girl. She even printed out an image that she said proved it, another one we won't be putting up on the website). Apparently, the baby's still head down and is fairly low in my pelvis. That doesn't mean she'll be emerging any time soon, but it does explain some of my current discomfort.
We did get me a chair for getting back to the car. I'd never have made it otherwise. I suggested going out for food because I didn't want to cook and didn't really want to go home. Scott countered by suggesting carry out. Instead of explaining what I wanted, I just got grumpy and gave reasons why all the normal carry out options wouldn't work. He took us home and kept trying to find something carry out that would appeal to me while I got more and more upset.
Sigh... Why is it that it's so hard to explain things when you most need to do so clearly?
I ended up dinnerless and crying when we reached the time when I could no longer eat safely (which Scott keeps forgetting exists at all in spite of the weeks we've lived with it), and Scott retreated to balance the checkbook and pay bills. I was pretty bitter when he finally gave up and fed himself. The whole thing wasn't helped by the fact that he hadn't bothered to eat all day, always feeling that he didn't have time, or by the fact that the put your trust in God lady had pretty effectively pre-empted my afternoon snacking.
I ended up having to send Scott to fetch me some rice cakes when the empty stomach reflux got too bad. We didn't have anything left in the house that would help. That also made me grumpy, especially since I didn't want rice cakes and knew I'd have to stay up late to compensate for eating so late.
I also didn't go straight to the clinic because Scott had called in to work in order to get a fasting cholesterol test done and to help me get to my appointments. While I was at PT, he was out trying to return some stuff to Target (We got one very large, expensive toy that, as it turns out, we don't need) and try to use our gift cards there. Our plan was for him to join me at about 2:30 so that he could attend the OB appointment.
As it happens, we both had a frustrating time during that interval. He couldn't find anything at Target and ended up waiting a very long time in the returns line, even though he was the only person there. He also spent considerable time and effort looking for a handwritten list of stuff we need that doesn't actually exist. He thought I'd made one, but all I'd done was print our registries and put stars by the items I thought we needed to get before the baby arrives and note which of the Babies 'R' Us items I thought might also be found at Target.
My frustration came from being cornered for a longish heart to heart talk by a very sincere woman who urged me to place all my worries and fears with Christ because he'd make sure that nothing bad happened to me or my baby. She wasn't rude, and I suspect that she'd have gone away if I'd demanded it, but... It's very hard for me to turn away from someone who's just trying to be friendly (and she wasn't evangelizing, just talking about what has worked for her). I was relieved, though, when she finally went away. I was already tired, and talking wasn't helping me any.
Scott arrived, and we went to the appointment. I saw the same nurse-midwife that I saw last time, so we had some continuity. She was a little concerned by the baby's heart rate, which was slower than at the previous visit, and by the fact that I'm not always feeling the baby's movements (I can *see* them when I'm shirtless, and I (or anybody else for that matter) can feel them externally by placing a hand on my belly. I just can't always identify them without such tactics), so she sent us upstairs for a nonstress test.
It turned out to be a very, very long walk. I really should have asked for a chair. By the time we actually got there, I was ready to collapse. Fortunately, I didn't have to do anything except sit there with a belt around my belly. That recorded a good, steady heartbeat and a good rate of movement.
Then they did a quick ultrasound to check the amniotic fluid levels. Those also looked good, and we were happy to get another look at the baby. She's much more substantial now (and this nurse confirms that we're expecting a girl. She even printed out an image that she said proved it, another one we won't be putting up on the website). Apparently, the baby's still head down and is fairly low in my pelvis. That doesn't mean she'll be emerging any time soon, but it does explain some of my current discomfort.
We did get me a chair for getting back to the car. I'd never have made it otherwise. I suggested going out for food because I didn't want to cook and didn't really want to go home. Scott countered by suggesting carry out. Instead of explaining what I wanted, I just got grumpy and gave reasons why all the normal carry out options wouldn't work. He took us home and kept trying to find something carry out that would appeal to me while I got more and more upset.
Sigh... Why is it that it's so hard to explain things when you most need to do so clearly?
I ended up dinnerless and crying when we reached the time when I could no longer eat safely (which Scott keeps forgetting exists at all in spite of the weeks we've lived with it), and Scott retreated to balance the checkbook and pay bills. I was pretty bitter when he finally gave up and fed himself. The whole thing wasn't helped by the fact that he hadn't bothered to eat all day, always feeling that he didn't have time, or by the fact that the put your trust in God lady had pretty effectively pre-empted my afternoon snacking.
I ended up having to send Scott to fetch me some rice cakes when the empty stomach reflux got too bad. We didn't have anything left in the house that would help. That also made me grumpy, especially since I didn't want rice cakes and knew I'd have to stay up late to compensate for eating so late.
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Date: 2003-05-14 03:13 am (UTC)Thinking of you.