Everything looked right on track at the appointment. The doc measured the belly, felt around for the head and positioning, and had a little chat with the boy-to-be. All in all, a fairly uneventful appointment. Nothing to see here...move along, move along.
However, before she kicked us to the curb, I asked my pre-written post-it note questions and she answered them succinctly:
1) Do I have to sleep on my left side? Well, yes, but not completely rolled over, if that's uncomfortable. Just prop yourself up with a pillow. A slight angle is fine.
2) Do I have a weird cancerous lump in my breast? Hmm...probably not, but let's make a note of it and check to see if it has changed in two weeks. It's hard to discern with your breasts being 9 months pregnant.
3) Any recommendations on a pediatrician? Someone I need to bribe? Nope...they're all great. However, there were a few mentioned...no hints. I want him/her all to myself. And she/he has to be tolerant of major anxiety and/or speak the language of crazy fluently.
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i'm really appreciative of this post, kristina! thank you!
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