I had my 30 week appointment with Dr. Barnabei this morning, and it went fine. One pound in three weeks-- take THAT, Doc! I suppose that's what happens when you don't have a stitch of ice cream or extra salt or oatmeal in 3 weeks and load up on fruit, veggies, water and eggs. Too bad my digestive system hates this new way of eating... Okay, TMI. Anyways, the baby's heart rate sounded slow to me, around 120, but it was kind of fluctuating and the doc didn't seem concerned. She said it's common for the baby's HR to fluctuate as it moves around in there. I'm measuring fine, and everything else is going well. My doctor is not unpleasant, but just very down-to-business, so I wasn't in a super-excited mood or anything leaving the appointment. However, I do trust her 100% medically-speaking, so I suppose I can do without a little bit of the bedside manner. I just don't anticipate having her be my OB anymore after this baby.
Skip and I are going up to Algoma tonight, and we're not going to have the house to ourselves like we thought. It's not like we were going up there to "make out" the whole time (I'll keep it PG for the kiddies :)), but we would have just liked to have a nice, private, relaxing weekend. The whole thing with this house is, though, that my in-laws gave keys away to like a bajillion people, with no rules/stipulations on who can go up when. No sign-up sheet, no reservations, don't have to tell anyone, just go when you want. So, Skip and I will call Mannings when we're planning on going up there (like we did 2 weeks ago), just to give a heads up. Well, apparently some others also had planned for a couple of weeks to go up, which is totally fine-- but there are only 2 bedrooms with a queen in each. So if there are more than 4 people up there, then people are relegated to the couches. Um, pregnant lady gets a bed. Sorry. So Mary and Charlie were going to go up, too, and we find out a couple others are going up. As bothered as I am with the fact that we didn't know others were going to be there, I feel just as bad encroaching on their plans, if they wanted a nice weekend alone. So we said we'd pass, but now Charlie and Mary are passing instead. I guess I'm happy that we can still go and have the weekend, but the confusion of the whole mess has set my weekend off to a bad start. I was looking forward to telling my in-laws that their system of "first come first dibs on beds" doesn't work, but it looks like that will have to wait for another time. Besides, it might fall on deaf ears anyways, so it may be pointless to even bring it up. I guess we'll just have to flat-out state next time "we are going up to Algoma on such-and-such a date, and we would like it to ourselves. Period." Not only for our sakes, but for everyone else who may not particularly want to spend a whole weekend with us. Urgh.
Anyways, I was stressed about all of this, but then found out that Ziemerham's house got broken into, so that puts some perspective on my stress...
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