I had my 34 week appointment yesterday. I got some useful information/suggestions from my doctor, that were, as usual, presented with some fun, witty comments.
Based on how they figure it, I officially became 34 weeks pregnant at midnight last night. So, at 3PM, he told me that as long as I kept BabyMort in until midnight, I could deliver in Ames. If I did something crazy and went into labor within the next 9 hours, they’d have to ship me down to Des Moines to deliver. He requested that I wait until after midnight. Done!!
Then he commented on my weight gain thus far. The conversation went something like this:
Dr: “You’ve gained 33 pounds so far. The recommendation is 25-35 pounds, but realistically, most women gain between 15 and 50. So, as long as you don’t gain more than 17 pounds in the next 6 weeks, I’ll be happy.”
Me: “I’ve seen the scale creeping up, but I always manage to forget about it when I’m dishing up a bowl of ice cream at night.”
Dr: “That’s how it is with chips at my house. My wife sits down next to me with a bag, I say something about how we shouldn’t be eating them, she agrees, and then I dig in.”
DaddyMort: “So in your medical opinion, as long as you acknowledge that you shouldn’t be eating something, it’s okay to eat it still?”
Dr: “That’s the jist of it.”
The way I interpret this exchange…I have doctor’s orders to continue eating ice cream on a regular basis!! (Unless I’m nearing the 50 pound weight gain mark – that’d be a lot of ice cream…)
He said everything was looking good. I measured right on at 34cm and her heartbeat was good. I go back in 2 weeks and then every week after that. They’ll actually be checking me to see if I’m making any progress from now on as well, so the appointments should get a little more exciting!!