An Eventful Few Days

Finally a picture of the bump! Well much more than a bump now! This is me at 26 weeks. Seeing an actual picture of yourself as compared to looking in the mirror offers a bit of a reality check. Scott took the picture for me and I asked him, "Is that what I really look like?" We joke around about a "Wide Load" coming through. I just make sure to make the beeping noise of a truck backing up. I am totally fine with it - at least I can rest assured in knowing that it is for a very good reason. :)

So onto the latest news. We went in for our regular appointment at my doctor on Friday. It was for my glucose screening so I was anxious to get it over with so I could eat breakfast! (Nothing like a bowl of Multi Grain Cheerios while in the car.) Unfortunately that was delayed longer than I had anticipated. After having my blood drawn and listening to baby's heartbeat (154) the doctor said he had some questions for me this time. He will always ask what questions I have and I will rattle off a list of the things that keep me (needlessly) worrying at night. He will answer them with the kind, common sense answers that, as a first time Mommy(or anytime Mommy), I'm sure sound ridiculous to have to answer, but if it makes me feel better I don't care, and then we are done. So when he told me he had stuff to talk about I was immediately on guard.
To make a very long conversation short, he told me that he will be out of the country for 4 weeks in February and wanted to know how I felt about this. (Did I mention that I am due February 18th?!?!?!) Well I had a ton of things hit me all at once. Of course, being me, panic was the first to set in. I was totally shocked. I know that you really can't bank on anything for sure when it comes to childbirth, but for some reason I had always imagined that I would not have to worry about my doctor not being there. So along with the panic came my worry and, true to form, tears soon followed.

Now as a side note, I have to say that I am pretty stinkin' proud of myself because I tend to be an emotional person so I thought I would be over the top while pregnant, but that has really not been the case. I can really only think of a few of occasions where my tears have gotten the better of me: 1. Towards the beginning of my pregnancy I cried because broccoli smelled so bad and I was trying to eat it - which by the way, I think that had little to do with the fact that I was pregnant and more to do with the fact that I think it is yucky! 2. I felt super guilty for buying maternity clothes when I knew that I needed them (Scott by the way, being so true to his form, just hugged me and told me it was ok - and showed extra interest in what I had bought...he is so amazingly good to me!) 3. This situation.

I think this was the most justified my tears have been - as far as legitimate reasons go. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand that doctors are people too and have real lives and need vacations - that just wasn't something that had ever entered into my mind, that this might occur. My doctor told me that he has another doctor, also an independent practitioner, that he has worked with for the past 25 years. They cover each other when they go out of town and such. He said that he wanted me to meet him and see what I thought and that we would go from there. Now I was pretty level headed about this, and in my mind and heart I was really calm about it - the only problem was when I opened my mouth to ask questions or talk about it, my eyes and water works didn't really follow the game plan. So Scott and I went to the other doctor's office that morning. As we were in the waiting room ready to be called in I found myself looking at all of his pictures-you know, the ones they put up holding babies they just delivered and such. I told Scott that it looks like he has a kind face. I began to feel more at ease and by the time we were finished talking with him I felt as though we had planned for this doctor to deliver our little girl from the beginning. So from here on out, I will still see my regular doctor (every 2 weeks now) and he will keep my delivery doctor up-to-date with how I am doing. I will see my delivery doctor a couple of times before baby arrives and then call his office when she is ready to make her debut. I am truly ok with this - no joke! At least my eyes and water works are on the same page as I am now. :)


Scooter, ever my faithful shadow has been getting excited for his little sister to arrive too. While he doesn't look so thrilled in this picture, he is always right near me - usually somewhere near my belly. I am so excited to put her in this little outfit when she arrives and let her sit with her big brother. :) Our baby girl is going to be so blessed with such an amazing group of family and friends! Speaking of which, I am super excited for our shower next weekend! I can't believe it is here already! Now remember, the goal was to have a name picked by that day. We narrowed it to 3 names but it may take more time than I had initially hoped. My favorite name is his least favorite and vice versa. Haha! Of course! What makes it even more difficult is that we both really do love all 3 names - so it will be a tough call. I'm not so sure we will have one picked for Sunday - but maybe we will be inspired by one of them. I suppose that I should not be so anxious to have a name - she has to be stuck with it for the rest of her life, so it had better be a good one!



To round out our busy weekend, Scott ran in a 5K to support Helping Paws. I am so proud of him! The last time we ran a 5K was last December and he decided that he wanted to start running again. He has been training for a while now and is doing great! He is even going to do his next race on Thanksgiving. Our common hope is that once baby is born that we can both run together with her and Scooter. (Scooter may take a little more training for running than she will.) I always find it easier to run with motivation, and you can't ask for better motivation than to spend some time with my family. :) I will update after the shower with pictures!