Today we had another checkup appointment. After our last appointment, which was awesome (see “The Most Awesome Doctor’s Appointment”), we thought that we were going to have another great appointment. Wrong. This appointment was your classic Lame-O.
First, we found out that our regular cool doctor (Sarah) doesn’t work on Thursdays, which when we made our appointment and requested her, you would think that the scheduler would’ve told us that she has Thursdays off. So we had LeAnn, the first lady that met with us. This time she was very rushy-rushy. She came in, was very formal and straight to the point, listened to the baby’s heartbeat for like 2 seconds, measured my stomach, and asked if there were any problems. I mentioned that I had been having really bad cramps, and she asked how much water I had been drinking. I said around 4 glasses a day, and she made a disappointing sound. She told me that I need to be drinking a gallon of water a day. That’s right, a GALLON.
After getting over the initial shock of the amount of water I was now required to drink a day, I asked her some other questions I had, like when to make the birthing plan, when to do the testing for spinal bifida/down syndrome, etc. Because of that last question, she then sent me to the hospital to have blood drawn. Oh joy. There are few things I hate more than to have a huge needle stuck in me. And this one hurt a lot. We have to wait for our next doctor’s appointment to hear the results, so of course, my mind has been racing. But Mike says no news is good news, which I hope is the case.
Overall, this appointment was way lame. We were rushed through, it was really impersonal, I now have to drink a butt load of water every day, no surprise ultrasound, AND I had to get blood drawn. Dumb dumb dumb.
