My OB seems to be trying to redeem himself lately. He cracks me the heck up.
At my last three appointments (I've been going every two weeks as of April), he's commented on how amazing the skin on my stomach looks. I'll have to take his word for it because I can only see the skin on the top side. Who knows what's going on anywhere else?! He also likes to remind me that my weight gain thus far is phenomenal. And I like to remind him that I spent so much time puking it's probably not a good thing to party about. And hey, remember how water makes me nauseous? Yes, let's fix that somehow.
He's always really great with Aspen, too, which I appreciate because having a kid in a doctor's office has always been stressful for me. I had so many bad experiences with Aspen's pediatrician that I always worry we'll be treated terribly and I'll get stare-downs from the staff if my kid makes a peep. But everyone at my OB's office seems to actually like children. Which makes sense because they're IN THE BABY BUSINESS.
And speaking of baby business, Aspen gets a little confused when we talk about "the baby." You see, although she is almost four, we still call her "the baby." We refer to her as such, we often address her as such, and she identifies as such. I once mentioned to Seth that Kev wouldn't be joining us for dinner (at his house) because he was spending some time working on the baby's room. Aspen corrected me and said that Daddy was not, in fact, doing anything to her room because she likes it the way it is. So I had to explain to her that I meant the other baby. I think perhaps we'll refer to her brother as "the boy" like in The Simpsons because I don't think I'll be able to easily stop referring to her as "the baby."
For my next appointment I'm not planning to bring Aspen because it's time for my progress to be gauged and I'm not comfortable dropping trou in front of Aspen. She's pretty pissed about it. When I tried to help her understand that I just need some privacy, I asked her why she wants to come with me so badly. She said she doesn't want to miss hearing her brother's heartbeat. I about died from the cute. So I think I'll just have to refrain from mentioning my next few appointments and instead let Aspen believe she's just going to have play dates for the heck of it, and not so I can have privacy while my OB is all up in my business.
It's CRAZY to think we could have a newborn in our house in just three short weeks... and I have to admit I've spent some time lately crying and freaking out about this big change. It's still a little unbelievable and overwhelming to think about having another baby, but I just try to remind myself that Aspen is turning out prrrretty okay and I can survive postpartum again because I did it once before (and this time I'll have zoloft).
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