My husband and I selected our obstetrician on the basis of a rave review we received from one of his relatives. We were told that she was GREAT and FANTASTIC and AMAZING, and after all she had helped bring a few babies into this world, so we eagerly scheduled an appointment as soon as the urine was dry on our positive pregnancy tests.
It is nothing short of a miracle that I still listen to anything my in-laws say.
The first time I met the obstetrician, she was short and angry. She administered the necessary pap smear with GLEE, people, FUCKING GLEE, and I left the office with my entire list of questions unanswered.
The second time I met the obstetrician, my husband was with me. It was an awful appointment and we both left the office dissatisfied. And the next few times that we met the obstetrician, things did not improve. We were berated, belittled, and ignored as a matter of routine. And then came Friday night, when we found ourselves in the emergency room, scared and anxious and uninformed.
After that “adventure,“ it took the two of us about ten seconds flat to decide that we wanted to find another doctor. A doctor who is sociable and well-educated. A doctor who presents us with options and does not bemoan our choices. A doctor who is willing to discuss diet and exercise and weight gain and OH, I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE PREGNANCY with us. A doctor who knows a thing or two about Crohn’s disease and who is decidedly more open to answering our questions. A doctor who speaks English as a native language.
We just don’t know where to start…
What have been some of your less-than-savory experiences with doctors?
Lately, it has been raining and it has been pouring in southern California, but it was sunny and warm most of the weekend so we decided to take Hank to the dog beach to release some pent-up energy. Last time we did this, six months ago, Hank spent the better part of two hours sniffing approximately four hundred butts and he was so exhausted afterwards from all the energy spent that he sat on command for three days afterwards. THREE DAYS. Usually our dog is notoriously awful at listening, so we were lookng forward to having a few days of obedience.
Then we woke up this morning to rain, to large droplets of water about the size of a hippopotamus falling from the sky. And as we weren’t about to stand around for two hours on a cold, windy, rainy beach, we decided to cancel the trip. Instead, we are making apple pancakes and hoping that if Hank smells them, he’ll be coerced into obedience. They should smell a little better than dog butts, after all.
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(This is a picture from the last time we went to the dog beach. Back when the weather was nice and Donald forgot to comb his hair in the morning.)
Angella, the blogger behind Dutch Blitz posted this interview-type post on her website yesterday and I signed up to have her send a few questions my way. Here is what she came up with:
1. You are expecting your first baby! Do you have any big fears, or are you just excited about the whole process?
So far, the only fear involved in my pregnancy has been OH MY GOD, WHAT IF I NEVER POOP AGAIN. Outisde of that, I’ve been very, very excited. And why not? Soon, I’ll have a cute little bundle of digestive processes and the ultimate I-carried-your-child-for-nine-months trump card.
2. Why do you blog and what got you started?
I have actually been blogging off and on for eight years. I got started because I was completely incapable of withstanding the peer pressure. Blogging is pretty addictive, but as I grew and changed, I also became very uncomfortable with the same audience knowing EVERY mistake I had ever made in the various phases of my life. I started this website because I missed the community and I wanted to keep some sort of written account of my life for my children. I figure the poor buggers I pop out of my womb are going to be subjected to all of my mistakes first-hand anyway.
3. You live in SoCal! My dream place to live (Sigh). Do you love it there, or would you like to live elsewhere?
This is a trick question. I would LOVE to live somewhere else, maybe somewhere like France or Denmark or Madagascar, but we made the decision to live here because both Donald and I grew up around here and both of our families are pretty well-entrenched in this area. We always say that someday we’ll buy a French villa, but to be fair, we also say we’ll do the dishes TONIGHT and it never happens.
4. If you could travel to anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Mongolia, hands down. I saw a documentary on Mongolia once and it looked a little too cold for me, but it was BEAUTIFUL. And I would also like to see Wales sometime. Maybe I would see Wales before Mongolia, based purely on the fact that I could probably communicate my need to find a bathroom a little bit easier.
5. Who is your biggest celebrity crush?
Jude Law! *drool*
If you, too, would like to be interviewed, the rules are:
1. You need to post a comment or send me an e-mail letting me know that you’re interested in playing along.
2. Shortly thereafter, I will send you an e-mail with five questions of my choice.
3. You will then update your blog with your answers to the five questions. You will, of course, include an explanation of the interview and offer to send questions to your commenters.
4. When others comment on your post asking to be interviewed, you, well…I’m sure you can figure it out =)
I did not expect to relish pregnancy. Quite frankly, I expected to hate it because my mother hated it. I expected to find pregnancy uncomfortable and demanding and to experience turbulent morning sickness the likes of which I had never known.
Instead, I have found that I love being pregnant. Maybe this is because I have yet to reach the bulky third trimester, or maybe this is because my brush with nausea was unfathomably brief, but I have not found this pregnancy to be particularly difficult or painful. With the notable exception of those times when Donald feels he is ALLOWED to breathe within ten miles of me, I don’t even mind the acute sense of smell.
What HAS surprised me about the past few months is how quickly my body has transformed from being MINE to being completely alien. It seems that at every turn, I encounter aspects of pregnancy that nobody ever told me about. Like the sensation that my breasts have grown three cup sizes OVERNIGHT. Like my body’s MIRACULOUS ability to fill my bladder every twenty seconds. Like a hunger so intense that I froth when dinner is ten minutes late. Like stepping on the scale and thinking, “gee, couldn’t I see my ankles yesterday?” Like the complete inability to sneeze without experiencing, um, minor, um, incontinence.
And, of course, like waking up to find that my belly is now a magnet for every woman IN. THE. WORLD.
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- Honey, I need a picture of your butt for the website.
- What? Take a number and stand in line!!