Standard OB appointment today. After today, we move to having appointments every two weeks! I can't believe I'm that far along! Today was the glucola test (for gestational diabetes) where I drink the fun sugary drink and sit there for an hour, then they draw blood. During my hour wait was my actual appointment, and I've gained about 20 pounds, the baby's heart rate was 147, and Dr. Kenley gave me clearance (with an official note and everything) to fly on Sunday. I shared with him my ankle woes; two Fridays ago, I fell at a restaurant, and my ankle seems to be progressively getting worse instead of better! I saw my primary care doc this past Monday, but she was hesitant to do x-rays, and diagnosed me with a sprain. Icing, wraps, and "staying off of it" (yeah right) isn't really helping, so Dr. Kenley ordered x-rays today. Hopefully I'll find out yet this week what's going on with the crazy ankle. In the meantime, I have a temporary handicap parking pass so I can park closer to my work! I promise I won't abuse this power.
Melanie continues to have quite the mind of her own. Last night after her bath, she refused to put her pajamas on, and wanted to pick out her own outfit. I wish I would have gotten a picture of her masterpiece. First, she was very upset (as she was this morning) that the shorts that were on the floor were NOT a shirt. She was insistent she wanted to wear them as a shirt. So she ended up in brown sweatpants that have an orange basketball and the number 33 on them, with a pink (too small) "I love Grandma" shirt. The things this girl comes up with to say are a hoot. The other day, she was climbing up on the couch, just talking to herself, having a great old time. I heard her say "Don't worry...." - the catchphrase that Daddy taught her. She's finally nodding when she agrees or wants to say yes. She has now taken to spitting on the baby anytime she wants to "talk" to him. I can't really discipline her for this, since I know it's not done in malice; I'm just concerned that she will spit on him once he's here. Oh, who am I kidding - if that's the worst she does to him, I guess we're all right! I got out the stuff to make cookies on Sunday, and she started throwing a fit; I couldn't figure out what she wanted. Well, she wanted to stand on the chair and "help," like she did last time. Silly Mommy! That same day, she threw a fit because she wanted me to shower. Really, she had an ulterior motive, she wanted to play with her toys that are in the bathroom. But she just kept screaming "SHOWER!" So my plans of staying in my pajamas all day were interrupted by a shower - then I got right back into (clean) pajamas and didn't leave the house all day.
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