First, got there. Well, I got there on time anyway. A certain E. Silverstein was running late. I checked in and waited in reception hoping they wouldn't call my name before he got there. Finally, right when the appointment was scheduled Eric comes flying in the doors, wearing a suit but with his tie all crumpled up and his shirt undone. I'm like, "What were you doing?" He's like, "Whatta ya mean? I was driving." So, listen people, if you are on the road during Eric's commute, watch out. I don't know what that guy does when he is driving alone.
Second, Ultrasound. We were all worried Eric wasn't gonna make it but turns out we ended up waiting 45 mins for the ultrasound anyway.
When we finally get in this is what we see:
Three slightly deformed and creepy looking babies. Eric says they look like his father. I agree.
Then the tech, after being questioned incessantly about everything she was typing by a certain husband, got closeups of everybody:
Baby A (one of the identical twins)
I think it has Eric's poorly formed abdomen. How precious.
Baby B (the "other" identical twin)
and Baby C (who Bradford likes to refer to as The Wandering Jew)
Babies A and B were very cooperative and helpful during the Nuchal Translucency tests and all the measurements. Baby C was... well... a brat. Anyone else here thinking these must be my genes coming through?
After the ultrasound, which took almost an hour, Eric had to leave. Apparently he has some sort of job that pays for us to have three babies that he has to go to. You'll have to ask him about it. I'm a little fuzzy on the details.
I went to see Dr. Devine (no, that's not her stripper name) who gave me the amazing opportunity to pee in a cup which her lovely nurse swabbed right in front of me. Now, that's what I call service. Afterward, Dr. Devine (still not her stripper name) told me about all the creepy things that happen to people who are pregnant with zillions of babies. I summarize: Anything can happen and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
Great. Glad we got that out of the way.
She then did several lovely things including a breast exam, PAP smear and cervical check. After feeling my Venti sized uterus she said I was about the size of a woman pregnant 20 weeks. I was 12 at the time (12 weeks, not 12 years old). I am pretty sure that was her way of hitting on me.
She then told me I can only work until I am 20 weeks. That's December 1.
Afterward, I got to see how disgustingly fat I have become on her scale, got like 6 vials of blood drawn and then, like a delicious maraschino cherry added to the top of the banana split of medical tests, I got a flu shot. And to think, all that only took 4 hours. You can't know how hungry I was.
Well, now that we are preggo with all these strange alien lifeforms, my new hobby is doctor appointments. I get to go on Oct 20 for a fetal echocardiogram, on Oct 21 for another checkup with Dr. Devine and Oct. 29 for an Anatomical Survey.
Eric's new hobby is making me milkshakes with delicious protein powder and not getting annoyed when I ask him 3 times in 10 mins to get me more ice water.
Fenway's hobby is still pooping on the floor when we least expect it.
Oh Jennifer...you really do have lovely branches now! Lots of tiny arm and leg branches!!ReplyDelete
I feel bad for you and all your doctor's appointments--I feel like in a regular pregnancy you have to go to the doctor nine million times, so that means you have to go twenty-seven million times, sad day. On the plus side, about twelve months from now you'll have three times the hilarious baby giggles! :)
Jennifer, I don't think you have changed much since I knew you! Still hilarious, I love your sarcasm. I am working as an OB nurse now, so I love to see how normal people view all this crazy medical stuff, especially with multiples! I went to a lecture by one of our high risk OB's, and she talked about multiples. Holy cow, triplets are HARD work, especially when two areReplyDelete
sharing a placenta! Ignorance is bliss, in this case, I think anyways! So congratulations, glad you're feeling better (I've had the morning sickness 3 separate times!) Good luck consuming the thousands and thousands of calories they want you to consume with absolutely no room for it all in your body!
Your old pal, Anita
ps i am loving this blog, i hope you can keep it up!