Aka, another whiny pregnancy post with a semi informative update in the first paragraph.
Had another sonogram appointment at the specialist today. Mr. Beckett’s numbers were higher than they should be with a few super high spikes. Everything else looks good, and there really shouldn’t be any problems from the parvo this long after exposure, so the doctor didn’t seem too worried. Because of the spikes, though, I get to go back on Thursday for another sono to make sure he still looks okay and see what the numbers look like then.
While I’m glad to be able to keep an eye on things, these appointments are never exactly fun for me. Today I had a few new things added for extra excitement. One, the nausea and hot flashes from the first trimester have returned for round two. So, most of the time, anything that isn’t eating (but only greasy carb and protein laden junk with an occasional piece of fruit), sleeping, or sticking my head in the freezer isn’t on my “favorite things to do” list. Two, today Beckett decided to have his head turned with the part they needed to see pointing at my tailbone. This led to having me completely flat on my back for a while (not fun), then poking, prodding and jiggling him around to try to get him to move a little (less fun for both of us, I think) and finally tilting the table I was on down at my head so I had all my blood and thankfully not what little breakfast I managed rushing to my head (yuck). And the little stinker still had his hands over his face so I didn’t even get a good look at him after all that.
So, to Mr. Beckett: While I am very glad that you are more or less in the “ready” position, if you could please, turn your head slightly at our future appointments so that the nice sono lady can get accurate measurements without torturing us, I would really appreciate it.
And on a slightly different note, I had a total stranger comment on my being pregnant. That actually made me happy, because I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone comment in either pregnancy before today that I didn’t have to say something first. So I must look obviously pregnant, which is better than maybe pregnant or “gee, someone’s putting on weight.” So, yay for that, and yay for a probably healthy if a little bit uncooperative baby.