High Risk Appointment

(This post is for Monday, 11/16/20.)

Emerson was in a great mood at drop-off, just the happiest little girl, proud to bring her plastic bags to recycle, a bag of food to donate to the ECHO food drive, and carry her own backpack!

And as always, all the baby cousins were so excited to see each other for their morning hugs! I love the photo of the triplets all line up, patiently waiting their turn for a hug!

I am now 13 weeks pregnant, and Baby is the size of a pea pod, at just three inches and less than a pound!

I also had my first appointment with the high risk doctor (I was automatically referred to them, since Emerson was born with a hole in her heart), and had my second ultrasound this pregnancy. Baby was asleep at first, and we could only see the spine, so the ultrasound tech made me turn over from side to side, and cough, trying to wake up Baby. It finally worked, and Baby was so wiggly and moving all around, and we got good measurements and photos! Baby is measuring exactly on track, and doing well in there so far! (Also, my blood pressure was normal yesterday, which was good, since it had been slightly high at my last two OB appointments.)

I got to meet Dr. Dobak (for the second time actually, I met him with Meg first), who was also the high risk doctor for Megan when she was pregnant with the triplets. I of course told him “Megan Walker Triplet Mom” was my sister, and he was so excited about that and happy to hear! He wanted to see pictures of Emerson, and even the triplets, so I showed off all the morning drop-off photos. He was extremely nice, and even gave out his personal cell phone number and said not to hesitate to call or text if I needed something! Which I was super impressed by!

One of my work-friends, Heather, brought in some of the leftover homemade cheesecake from the weekend, and shared it with a few of us, and DANG if this wasn’t some of the best cheesecake I’ve ever had!

Little Miss had a good day at school, and actually took a 2-hour nap!

On my way to school after work, I started feeling, funky. I was super tired, and a little nauseous, kinda weak, and just off. This happens to me every now and then while pregnant, and I can’t really even describe how it feels, but I can’t really function. So I hopped in my nightgown and got in bed. Emmie wanted to cuddle me, so she got in with me. She wanted a snack, so Jeff made popcorn for an appetizer, and we watched Blippi and ate popcorn together.

We decided to have some homemade uncrustable PB&J’s for dinner again, because I couldn’t cook and literally nothing else sounded good. Jeff made our sandwiches, and then he ran out to fill my car up with gas since the light had been on for a day or so (I couldn’t manage it on the way home myself), run to Publix for coffee creamer & Splenda, and get a burger for his dinner. (I made him eat it in the car, because I didn’t want to smell it in the house, and he was a good sport about it and totally understood.

I laid on the couch for a while, and Emmie played doctor to me, with her socks as “doctor gloves” and a nail file as her “doctor tools.”

I sat in the bedroom with them while Jeff read her a bedtime story, and I cuddled her while I said her prayers. And then while Jeff did her lullabies, I went off to bed myself, at the early hour of 8:30pm.