And I didn’t even study! But I did have to spend three hours in a lab, and get my veins poked four separate times over the duration, in order to learn that I don’t have gestational diabetes. I am, on the other hand, slightly anemic, so I’m going to have to add an iron pill to my daily regimen of vitamins.
I saw a new doctor today, and this one was pretty disapproving of my weight. I’ve gained 17 pounds total, four of it since my last visit a month ago, which she seemed to think was not good. The baby books say that average weight gain by this point in pregnancy is 19 to 25 pounds, putting me about five pounds under the average, but as the doctor sniffed, “That’s assuming you start at 120.” She grilled me about my eating habits and seemed surprised to hear that I don’t drink soda or scarf down Cheetohs all day. I told her what I’d eaten for the past few days (yesterday: 2 eggs and 2 slices of whole wheat toast w/ butter for breakfast; a bowl of soup for lunch; some sliced cucumbers and feta cheese as an afternoon snack; baked penne with cheese, egg, ham & peas for dinner — the penne was a special kind of pasta made from brown rice flour, since I was worried about the diabetes test and trying to avoid simple carbs). She allowed as how that all sounded fine.
I asked her if she had any advice and she did not, other than to watch my portion sizes. I’m inclined to shrug off her disapproval since a) she’s an older woman, and I know that the standard medical advice used to tell women that they should only gain 20 pounds total during pregnancy (advice that’s since been discredited); and b) the other doctors all told me my weight gain was fine. Plus, now is not the time for me to stress about body image crap; I’m not going to put my baby on a diet. I can worry about regaining my girlish figure after the kid is born.
The last thing I got from this doctor’s visit is a note certifying that I am safe to travel to my sister’s wedding — which is in just a bit more than a week! Woo hoo! Time to buy a fancy hat!