Tag: OB

9/20/07

I am now officially down to one doctor. Yippee! I had an OB appointment yesterday and told him that the new MFM and I decided that he would manage my care from here on out. Thankfully there were no ego issues, and OB agreed that it would be best. I am so relieved. And I’m sure my boss is happy too that I won’t have quite so many appointments from here on out.

I knew I made the right decision when the nurse came to check the babies’ heartbeats and only looked for one. I dunno, wouldn’t you think they’d write TRIPLETS on my chart in big ol’ letters? Don’t you?

In other news, I have now been dubbed Pamasnoraus. A new breed of dinosaur that makes loud noises while sleeping. Hmmph. Sorry George! He now spends most of the night on the couch. I really do try not to snore, but apparently it’s impossible. I miss sleeping on my tummy.

9/11/07

Hmmm. I really want to write something interesting, but I’m afraid I just don’t have it in me. But for my legions of adoring fans, I’d better write something.

Weekend was overall pretty low-key. Even though I did go visit Dr G and get an ultrasound. I’m trying not to get too excited about it – but there is a chance we saw another membrane (Dr G has a much clearer u/s machine than the MFM does). The hard part is, was it the membrane we’ve already seen? Or the one we’ve been looking for? Who knows. Monday is my appointment with the new specialist, so hopefully he’ll find it. Hopefully he has a better machine than the old specialist.

Dr G also measured the size of my tummy and it’s measuring 32 weeks for a single baby. Hee hee! And I’m still not convinced I look pregnant at all. Heh. Maybe a little.

We also went to a shrimp boil at a friend’s house, where I took the best. picture. ever.

Heh heh.

Not a whole lot going on this week. I did get to work from home yesterday because the a/c was out at my office building. I lasted a few hours, but we’re on the seventh floor, so it got to be pretty stifling.

In two weeks from Friday, Kristina will be here! And Anne! My New Orleans shower is two weeks from Saturday! Gosh, baby showers already. Such excitement. I’m glad that I’m not feeling ungainly or anything yet. I still get around just fine, and the only times I feel pregnant (besides when I’m the only sober one at a party, ha ha) are when I’m sleeping (rolling over is getting difficult, and damn if I don’t miss sleeping on my tummy) or standing up for a while.

Okay, I was able to squeeze quite a few paragraphs out of nothing exciting! Go me.

9/6/07

Well, yesterday was an appointment with my OB. I was really nervous about it, because I wanted to address my concerns about Dr Jerkface from Friday. The good news is, I got an appointment with a new MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist) who sounds much better. The bad news is, it’s in three weeks.

In other bad news, my OB was kind of a asshole. I was asking him about a plan for treatment if two of the babies did end up being monoamniotic (in the same amniotic sac, with no membranes dividing them) and he didn’t really have an answer for me. When I responded that I’d want inpatient monitoring, he scoffed and said “oh, I don’t know anyone who does that…where did you hear that?”

When I said the Internet, he responded as if I’d said the Weekly World News. Because we all know that EVERYTHING on the internet is CRAP. Right, I have no brain at all, and I have no idea how to differentiate between good and bad info. Gimme some credit, please.

In the end, I was able to get out of him a reference for the new MFM, one who I suspect may end up being my primary doctor. I hope so, after the way I was treated by this one. It’s really sad, though. I loved my OB up until yesterday. But clearly he’s in over his head and can’t admit it. Whatever.

Sucky thing is, the appointment with the new MFM isn’t for three weeks, but I’m going to call today to see if I can get in earlier. Maybe if there’s a cancellation or something.

And I also found out that not many people like the old Dr Jerkface that I saw on Friday. Heh.

OB appointment

So, my appointment yesterday…was fine. Nothing exciting. Maybe ten minutes of face time with the medical staff. Nurse didn’t look at my chart, apparently, because after she found a heartbeat, she started to walk away. I had to ask her kindly if she was planning on listening for the other two. Ah well.

Then a doctor came in. An old doctor. Not my doctor. Some old fart who clearly hasn’t dealt with many triplet pregnancies. After he briefly looked me over, we went into his office so he could yell at me for gaining 21 lbs. Mind you, that’s 14 less than recommended by the multiple pregnancy guru, Dr. Luke.

So, whatever. I don’t care. Next Friday is my appointment with the MFM, part two in the Search for the Membranes.

This weekend I have far more fun things to think about, namely the girls’ weekend with Kettie and Maura and Ren (and even little Alison for part of it!) which will involve gossiping, floating in a pool, and sipping frozen beverages. Virgin, of course. I can’t wait!

OB appointment

So, I had my doctor’s appointment yesterday. It was pretty unexciting, except that I did get to hear all three heartbeats. Woo! I still have a bit of a hard time believing that they can differentiate between three different ones, but I guess they’re the pros! And I could tell that she was pressing on different areas of my tummy when she heard each one. I shall choose to believe that yes, there were three.

I have GOT to start packing for our trip! Ack! We leave tomorrow afternoon! At least I did the laundry. I also have to finish Emily’s birth announcements. They’re cute. Of course! I can’t wait to see her. My own little Emmy to play with! I told Jenny I’d babysit on Friday for a few hours. I wonder if I can get George to change a diaper. I doubt it would be worth the effort, though, but I’m gonna try.

Monday night is the Morrissey concert. Aaaagh! I can’t wait! As long as it doesn’t get cancelled, but I am going to think positive thoughts. The concerts for the past few nights have been cancelled, but we still have a few days for him to drink hot tea and get his voice back. I can’t even think of the alternative. (I’m so dramatic.) I mean, this is the triplets’ first exposure to good music! They’re going to be Morrissey fans! I can’t wait!!! Mwah ha ha ha ha ha!!!

Stuff

Well, I don’t really have much to say new today, I just wanted to post because I’m addicted to comments. So help a poor girl out and comment! Heh.

I should say HI DEBBIE that was a very cheesy comment you left, but it was sweet. Thanks. And everyone else who left sweet/cheesy comments…thanks.

Next Wednesday I go to my next doctor’s appointment. I have no idea what’s going to happen. I don’t think there’s going to be an u/s (darn) and they didn’t give me a cup to bring my pee in (yeah, nice eh? Nothing better than walking around all day with urine in your purse) but I think that may have been an oversight so I’m going to call the doctor to see if I this is a BYOU party. Also, I don’t think they can check the heart rates with a regular heart rate checker thingy, because there are so many in there (but if anyone reading this can dispute that, let me know. I could be wrong.) So I don’t know what he’s going to do. Well, except answer the eighty million questions I have.

Okay, I should talk about non-triplets stuff. How about how we’re going to Virginia in 8 days? Yippeeee! Ellie and Emmy! Yay!

I really should get ready for work now. Probably that’s best, since I’m being v boring this morning.