14 Week Dr. Appointment

My but aren't these ultrasounds starting to get routine! Today I had my 14 week check up with my OB. But it wasn't my OB at all, it was another doctor in the practice. Apparently my OB's office makes you see all four doctors during your pregnancy so that you can get to know them all in the event your doctor doesn't happen to be on call when you deliver. This seems like nonsense to me considering in all likelihood I will have a scheduled c-section to get these suckers out, but rules is rules.

Anyway, this doctor happened to be a bit on the old school side. He did wheel in the ultrasound only to give me but a peep at the kiddos. I guess I am spoiled, but I wanted all the pomp and circumstance of the in-depth ultrasound, complete with pictures and a listen to the heartbeats. Not this time. And we couldn't find out the sex either, which is no surprise considering my ultrasound was just long enough to make sure there were two babies in there. I guess we have a fairly decent shot at finding out in two weeks at our fancy shmancy HD ultrasound appointment. Sidebar: the doctor spent at least five minutes discussing with Brent the best way to torture cats. Apparently they shared a deep hatred for our feline friends. To be honest, this all freaked me out quite a little bit. Oh well, at least I got to see Jesus and Mary and be reassured that they are in growing and thriving in there.


I guess their, ahem, growth shouldn't come as a surprise to me considering the size of my girth. I am getting HUGE! As my sister put it so delicately, I look like I am six months pregnant. Grand. The only upside to being so big so soon is that there is no longer any doubt that I am in the family way. And strangely enough, the bigger my belly gets, the less fat I feel. Don't ask me to explain it, I can't.

And speaking of big bellies, apparently mine is a very cozy place to sleep for Kiva. See the picture above for a demonstration.