Well, the next time I go in to the doc on November 29th, I'll be seeing my new doctor, Baker. I'm anxious to switch since I know I have to now, even though I still really love the doc that I'm seeing. When I go in, I should be able to set up my 20 week ultrasound to find out if it is a boy or a girl. She was going to set it up for me this time, but decided that she would let the new doc handle it. I had the blood work done to screen for birth defects, too. The AFP test, I think it's called. It screens for spina bifida, Downs Syndrome, Trisomy 18, and one more thing that I cannot remember. There is a 10-15 percent chance of a false-positive which seems extremely high. My doc said that in the time she has worked there, she's had maybe five or six women who it has come back positive on and they have all gone on to carry normal babies. If it does come back positive, they set up an ultrasound with a high risk ultrasound person and send you to a genetic counselor. Steve thought that the testing was a good idea, I wasn't sold on it because of the high occurrence of a false-positive. That just seems like extra added stress that I don't want to deal with. We're suppose to have the results back early this next week before Thanksgiving. No news is good news, so I'm hoping we don't get a call.
My appetite is finally returning. Food is appealing again and it's such a wonderful thing. I actually made dinners this past week and when I didn't make them, I was able to eat them out with no problem.
I've gained one pound so far, which I'm okay with. I'm not a petite delicate flower who needs to gain 40 pounds in pregnancy to nourish the baby.
I really want watermelon but the prices of it are sky high with it being November and all. I saw a package of cut-up watermelon at the grocery store and they wanted $8.57 for it! I decided that I decided that I didn't want it that badly and bought some oranges instead. Songkhla, my co-worker, was pregnant this time last year and said she went through the same thing of wanting fruit and the only thing that was in season was oranges. Well, they're good for you, but they sure aren't watermelon or strawberries.
I figure this year at Thanksgiving and Christmas I'll gain some and be okay with it. We're having Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' house on Thanksgiving day and then going to Steve's parents' house on Friday. Between two dinners I figure I'll get a little fatter. And then of course, the holiday season means all sorts of baked goods that you usually don't eat during the rest of the year. I can hardly wait for that!
I should get my fat ass up and work out some. I know how good it is for you to exercise during pregnancy, but it just hasn't happened. When I found out I was pregnant, I stopped. I did buy a pregnancy workout video which looks like it would be a great one, but it's been sitting now for about four weeks on the coffee table staring me in the face. I just have no motivation to get up and do it. Maybe since I have time off this week I'll be able to do it. That's the hope, I'm not making any promises. It just doesn't sound like fun. I know once I do it I'll feel so much better but it's finding workout clothes that fit and don't cut my stomach in two and finding the energy to actually get in there and do it.
I've been thinking about starting to fill out the baby book that I bought but just haven't done it yet. I think I may wait until around Christmas or whenever I find out the sex of the baby. I don't know why I keep putting it off other than I'm afraid to jump the gun. I think I'm still a little paranoid. Hearing that baby's heartbeat at my doc visits is the most comforting sound ever. Maybe once I get a little further I'll start filling it out. We'll have to see.