The biggest change, aside from the size of my belly, is the fact that I have switched OB's. I know it's not common to change doctors in the middle of your pregnancy, but Dr. T. (the OB I was previously seeing) only delivers at a hospital that is roughly an hour drive from my home in good traffic. Imagine a traffic jam or a snowy November day and I all-of-a-sudden wasn't so comfortable going so far away from home to have this little guy. So, regretfully, I talked to Dr. T. about how I was feeling and informed him that I would like to transfer to an OB who is closer to my home. I say "regretfully" because I truly loved Dr. T. and feel like he has made this pregnancy experience a very enjoyable one. However, he was completely understanding and made a recommendation for me to see an OB who is much closer to my home. I saw this new OB (Dr. M.) for the first time on Monday and I feel total peace about the switch I made. Dr. M. took a lot of time to answer questions, to make sure I was comfortable with the switch and to be of any help I needed. He also had obviously spent time reading through my medical records that had been sent over from Dr. T., which I greatly appreciated, as it made me feel as if he truly cares and I'm not just another random patient who's having a baby.
The only downer about my appointment on Monday was that I failed my initial glucose test (testing for gestational diabetes) and had to go back there on Tuesday morning for the three-hour-long follow-up test. I really can't complain, because the test wasn't awful and I got to spend three hours watching HGTV in the waiting room; the only downer was that I wasn't supposed to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before - so I went a full 12 hours without any food in me. To say I was ready to pass out by noon is no exaggeration! Thankfully I had brought a few granola bars along to my appointment and scarfed them down in a hurry on my way home. Once I got home, I followed up my granola bars with a huge plate of spaghetti and a three-hour nap. It's amazing the toll that fasting took on my body, and I'm thanking God that He was holding me throughout it all, because I fear I would have thrown up or passed out without His hand holding me (there was a LOT of praying going out from me during my appointment, as I wasn't feeling all that well). So, my results of this test will come back today and I will be able to go forward from there - I'm just praying that they come back negative (meaning that I don't have gestational diabetes) and I can continue to enjoy this pregnancy without limitations.
Beyond that, all I can really say is that I'm still growing! See?!
This is my attempt at a self-portrait!
Getting bigger every day ...
Holy moly check out that chubby wubby pregnant belly!