500 degrees and humid is exactly what a room full of pregnant women needs

I just got back from the OB, and the biggest news is that the air conditioning in their office is broken. It was hotter than hell in there. Perfect for a bunch of pregnant women hanging around. Especially when one of them is prone to dizzy spells and fainting in humid, hot weather and stuffy air. Awesome.

I sunk into a waiting room chair across from a woman that looked further along than I, and she was suffering and had been waiting a while because the doctor was behind schedule. Based on that, and the fact that every time I've visited their office in the late afternoon, it's been a long wait, I expected the worst. I got out my book and my water, texted Mike "OMG IT IS REALLY EFFING HOT IN HERE," concentrated really hard on not passing out, and settled in for the long haul.

I hadn't even read two pages when the nurse came to get me. Hallelujah! I guess that other lady was waiting for one of the other doctors. It was all downhill after that. I was out of there less than fifteen minutes later.

Normally I'm that pregnant lady, the one who comes running into the office yelling NEVERMIND WHO I AM AND WHEN MY APPOINTMENT IS PLEASE JUST GIVE ME THAT CUP because I always have to pee so bad by the time I get there. Always. But this is how hot and humid and disgusting and sweaty it is today -- I didn't even have to pee. Not even when I got into the office and they made me take the cup. And believe me, I have been drinking water. In the end, I managed to pee enough for them to test. I'm sure you're thrilled to know that.

It was all good news in the appointment. I am measuring well. I gained two more pounds, which brings my grand total thus far to seven pounds. The heartbeat sounds good, although the kid was far too busy wriggling all over the place for the doctor to get close enough in to hear it very loud! But that's good news, too.

Best of all, I do not have to go sit for the four hour sugar test! I passed my glucose test. PHEW. I am very glad not to have to do that. That should hopefully be the end of my relationship with Quest Diagnostics for a good long time. I've had about enough of them.

As far as I know, that other woman was still there when I left. I hope she's out of there by now and cooling off somewhere. I'm certainly thankful my doctor was on time and full of good news for me today.

Now if I could just figure out how to brush my teeth without dribbling toothpaste down my front now that it's become impossible to bend at the waist.


Thais said...

Brush your teeth over an emesis basin (you know the kidney -shaped plastic thingies for puking in?_)...thats whta we do in the hospital.

Amy said...

You are so smart. I might just have to find one of those!

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