No news is good news
I realized today that I forgot to post the results of my two, count 'em TWO, doctor appointments this week. I guess that's because they were mostly routine and boring and while that is awesome, it's also not very interesting or compelling.
First up was the MFM and his official post-surgery checkup. Cervix was great, stitch was snug as a bug and he made a minor adjustment to the end of it because he thought it was probably poking me. He said he didn't need to see me back for four weeks, when they would do my next check as part of the big 20-week ultrasound.
Most of that appointment was spent sitting on my ass, waiting for my doctor to come into the room. I cooled my heels for 45 minutes before he walked in. Good thing I had a book. I also got a bonus ultrasound where we saw WeeBey doing headstands and then flipping horizontal with its little arm behind its head. Got some great profile shots, too. I would post them except this is my third pregnancy and I can't be compelled to actually go to the trouble of scanning the pictures and posting them. Oh and the heartbeat was 147, for those playing along at home.
Today was appointment No. 2, this one with my regular OB. Although technically I should call her my new regular OB because she is not the same OB that I saw with Jack and Emmie. I adored my old OB, but she is so difficult to get in to see and she doesn't see patients on Fridays. I really need appointments on Fridays because Josh is in Chicago. Also, they could not get me in with old OB for the first visit this pregnancy so I saw new OB. But she's not technically new to me because I saw her a few times with both my other pregnancies. I like new OB as much as old OB, so I decided to stay with new OB. Are you confused and/or not reading any further at this point?
So anyway. New OB (heretoforwith known as "my OB") wanted to see me after my cerclage as well, so I found myself in her office this morning. She hesitated to check me, theorizing that poking around in there twice in two days might be overkill, but I assured her the more the merrier. I also reminded her she hadn't yet made her acquaintance with my cervix this pregnancy, so she needed to introduce herself. She, too, pronounced me fit to walk around and said I needed to come back in two weeks. Us high-risk gals go on the bi-weekly plan early because we really like those manual cervical checks. Oh and heart rate was 154.
They already told me to be prepared to wait at my next appointment because my OB is triple-booked. I better bring two novels with me. I can already feel my ass falling asleep on the table while I wait.
First up was the MFM and his official post-surgery checkup. Cervix was great, stitch was snug as a bug and he made a minor adjustment to the end of it because he thought it was probably poking me. He said he didn't need to see me back for four weeks, when they would do my next check as part of the big 20-week ultrasound.
Most of that appointment was spent sitting on my ass, waiting for my doctor to come into the room. I cooled my heels for 45 minutes before he walked in. Good thing I had a book. I also got a bonus ultrasound where we saw WeeBey doing headstands and then flipping horizontal with its little arm behind its head. Got some great profile shots, too. I would post them except this is my third pregnancy and I can't be compelled to actually go to the trouble of scanning the pictures and posting them. Oh and the heartbeat was 147, for those playing along at home.
Today was appointment No. 2, this one with my regular OB. Although technically I should call her my new regular OB because she is not the same OB that I saw with Jack and Emmie. I adored my old OB, but she is so difficult to get in to see and she doesn't see patients on Fridays. I really need appointments on Fridays because Josh is in Chicago. Also, they could not get me in with old OB for the first visit this pregnancy so I saw new OB. But she's not technically new to me because I saw her a few times with both my other pregnancies. I like new OB as much as old OB, so I decided to stay with new OB. Are you confused and/or not reading any further at this point?
So anyway. New OB (heretoforwith known as "my OB") wanted to see me after my cerclage as well, so I found myself in her office this morning. She hesitated to check me, theorizing that poking around in there twice in two days might be overkill, but I assured her the more the merrier. I also reminded her she hadn't yet made her acquaintance with my cervix this pregnancy, so she needed to introduce herself. She, too, pronounced me fit to walk around and said I needed to come back in two weeks. Us high-risk gals go on the bi-weekly plan early because we really like those manual cervical checks. Oh and heart rate was 154.
They already told me to be prepared to wait at my next appointment because my OB is triple-booked. I better bring two novels with me. I can already feel my ass falling asleep on the table while I wait.
Labels: Incompetent Cervix, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
9:36 PM
3 Comments:
glad to hear the cervix is doing it's job, but wtf is up with the OB triple-booking?!! ugh!
"the more the merrier"--Bwahahaha! So true, though. :)
Ah, one has to love terms like "incompetent" being used to describe one's female parts. I had an "irritable" uterus during pregnancy. Nice.
BTW, found your blog on Jen Lancaster's website.
Hill from Cali
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