Today we had another check up appointment, and we were scheduled to meet with yet another doctor. This time, we met with Dr. Miguel Bermeo. I had seen him once before when Kate had Sonny, but only in passing when he came in to check on her. But Kate said he was really nice, although she also said that about ManBearPig.
I did the usually pre-appointment stuff and we waited in the room. He came in and right off the bat, had a much more friendly approach then ManBearPig. He asked how we were doing, asked how the pregnancy was going, asked background questions. It was really nice. Then he gave HIS back story. Where he went to school, why he moved to Spokane, etc. He joked around with us a lot, which was awesome. He even cussed. Hilarious!
He made fun of me for writing on my hand (I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but if I need to remember something, I always write it on my hand. If I don’t write it down, I’ll forget. If I write it on paper, I’ll lose the paper. It’s a vicious cycle) and listened to the heartbeat. He read my hand and answered all my questions. The main one I had was about the mice infestation we are having at our house.
It’s getting pretty bad. I’m constantly finding mouse poop, and I’m now finding it on our clothes and I found some in the nursery. They’re basically in every room in the house except Mike’s office. I made the mistake of reading on the internet about a virus that if pregnant women get, it can cause mental retardation among other deformities in the fetus. For those that know me, I over think everything and was super freaking out by the time we got to our appointment.
Anyways, Dr. Bermeo explained that although I shouldn’t be freaking out quite as much as I was, I shouldn’t be around the droppings and shouldn’t be the one cleaning them up. Also, we’re having an exterminator come out to the house this weekend, and I can’t be in the house for 2 days after, so I have to stay in town until at least Monday. But I’d rather do that then run the risk of hurting the baby and/or myself.
After putting my mind at ease a little bit, he told me that I need to be drinking more water so the baby stays hydrated and I don’t go into early labor (dehydration can cause contractions) and told a couple funny stories of him getting buried in the snow by snow plows. He also told me signs of when to call the doctor, when to call 911, and when to go straight to the hospital. All that talk made me freak out and realize that this baby is actually coming and we have NOTHING ready.
I liked him a lot, as did Mike. I definitely want to book my appointments with him from now on and I hope he’s on duty when I actually go into labor. We tried to get him for our next appointment, but he’s on vacation for Christmas, so we are seeing Sarah again. I really hope we can get the ultrasound she promised us. I want to see our little baby now that she actually has some fat on her :)
