I have been trying for 5 months now to get my doctor to smile. She is perfectly lovely, but doesn't really find me that funny. Today, however, I cracked myself and C up- along with her. Finally.
To start off with -I had a doctors appointment yesterday. I needed to take a glucose test. For those of you that have no idea what this is- it's a drink that tastes like flat extra sweet, almost thickish coca cola. After an hour, I have to get blood drawn, which is probably my least favorite thing in the world to do. Shocking, I know another thing to add to "the list." This checks for glucose load in my system- basically screening for diabetes in pregnancy.
Knowing this- you would have thought I would have steered clear from the lbs. of potato salad I ate in the afternoon. I didn't. So after chugging this nastiness, this Haitian nurse just kept repeating, "You betta pass tis test." as if at this point I have a choice. Turns out if I do not pass this test, I have to come back for a 3-hour glucose tolerance test that includes needing to eat certain foods for 3 days, ending the joy with a fast. You know I'm going to have to do this, don't you? I do.
Anyway, after several warnings from that nurse, another nurse comes in to lecture us about the fact we haven't signed up for a birthing class then continues to push her position on breast feeding and dispense the propaganda. It's amazing. Anyway, this continues on rinse and repeat with other warnings about how I "better pass the test" and she's off where we wait once again for the doctor. WARNING FOR THOSE READING THIS who have not have children yet: make the decision on what to do formula vs. breastfeeding, make yourself a t-shirt to notify people passing by as well as all those that might as you, save yourself sometime. That's what I'm going to do. If you're interested.
$25.00 for one, get two for $35.00- this is going to send our kid to college, I'm telling you.
The doctor comes in goes through her questions- she comments that the swelling in the ankles, still going strong- but not as humid out = not as grotesque showing of the cankles as last time. (not on those words, she's a little too bland for that) She too asks the question on everyone's mind... "Will you be breastfeeding?" I assure her - yes yes yes- I will I will, sign me up- check off the box. She doesn't seem as passionate about the subject, so I'm falling in love with her a little bit. Sure, I can't make her laugh- but she's not pushing let pamphlets and the benefits down my throat- so I'll take it.
Next she asks, "Now, have you thought about this? What do you want to do about birth control?"
Immediately with out hesitation I practically scream, "GET ON IT!" And then the most amazing thing, she laughed! She really laughed! C laughed too- it was happy moment. Until I said, "well, actually - I don't even think we'll need it for while..." C stopped laughing, and the doctor laughed harder.