Change: not always horrible

Damn you Facebookers. As if I didn't spend all my time on the computer ALREADY. As soon as I figure out how to play one of those games everyone keeps talking about I am DONE FOR.

Anyway.

I went to see my new doctor yesterday and all is well. Baby Number Two says hello.

My new doctor's office is right next door to the hospital where Jack was delivered, except I thought it was IN the hospital so I'm roaming around and feeling all warm and fuzzy because our hospital experience was so wonderful and look, that's where we carried our new baby down the hall and oh, that's when we took him outside for the first time blah blah blah. And then I was almost late to my appointment because 1) I was in the wrong building and 2) my memory lanes are always somewhat long.

So then I found the right office and went in and started filling out paperwork. I caught glances from the other women in the waiting room and I realized this was an OB's office and that means we are all sitting here waiting to endure the drag-and-a-half that is the Pap Smear and THAT, ladies (and gentlemen? probably not) is why I wasn't so big on an OB. I don't know. It just feels like there is MORE TO ME. We'll just leave it at that. Although I did forget to ask my doctor what I do if I think I have caught pneumonia and am about to die. Do I call her? Do I have to have a primary care physician?

But my new doctor is delish. She is, maybe, a few weeks older than I am. She was chatty- in a GOOD way. She was friendly. She seemed to be more excited than I was about Baby Number Two. She was the same kind of scatterbrained that I am, which means you are carrying 4000 details in your brain and you're not sure which one is the most important so you try to say them all at once and inevitably leave one out or get sidetracked and you kick yourself later and have to start all over. Which might be annoying to other people, but I TOTALLY GET IT and also, it's not the kind of scatterbrained that makes you think this woman should not be anywhere near your delivery room.

Part of the excitement involved the ultrasound- she hurried out to track down her little ultrasound machine and hauled it into the room and now I see the advantage of the OB. The portable toy ultrasound! I'm supposed to get a "real" one in a week or two for dating purposes, but she was all, "But it'd be fun to see a picture right now, don't you think?!" All about the fun, my new doctor. So she put the little plastic thing on my stomach and there was the baby. Hanging out. Looking all baby-shaped and everything. It was, I think, the first time that I spent quality time with THIS baby and ONLY this baby. She printed out a little indecipherable picture for me and I haven't really stopped looking at it. I didn't like Jack's pictures- I prefer to think our insides are made of stuffing, or maybe custard filling- and I don't even know where they are. But this one is just blurry enough to hide things like bones and just sharp enough to make out a shape. There is an actual baby in there, people. Madness!

I was not a fan of the nurse, however. She was man-sized and TOLD ME HOW TO LEAVE A URINE SAMPLE, MY GOD and also was not so hot at the drawing blood thing. I'm sure she's a nice person, but you know. I prefer not to have forty holes in my arm.

That was a little more TMI than usual, eh? Maybe I'm loosening up. Maybe it's because Maureen asked me what my maiden name was and I had to google it just to see if it still comes up and IT DOESN'T. There's only one piece of evidence of me pre-Phillip left on Google. Add that to the un-Google-able-ness of my married name and that makes for one free-feeling blogger. But I'm still not putting my blog address on my Facebook page. It'll be our secret.

Comments

[Jenn]

Somebody said I should sign up for Facebook a while ago and so I did, but once I got in there, I couldn't figure out WHY for the life of me I should be there and what I should do with it, so I disabled my account. And I still can't figure out what I could be doing with it, so meh.

[Laura]

Glad your appt. went well. I thought of you last night as my DVR hummed along taking in all the NEW shows on TV...sooooo happy : )

[Jen]

Hi Baby Number Two!

I'm glad the appointment went well.

[Angela]

Just say the word and I shall teach you the ways of Scrabulous!

[annie]

So, um, I haven't read your whole post for today which means I may have to come back and comment again later. But. Can I just say that I looked you up on facebook yesterday so that I could friend you so that you wouldn't have to friend me, etc. and I COULDN'T FIND YOU. And I felt rejected. So I stopped looking. Now it's your turn.

[Jess]

You call it TMI, I call it brilliant. Just saying.