Hey, hey! How are things?
Yesterday morning started with a delicious breakfast of toasted waffles with almond butter, marmalade, and banana slices on top. I am really digging this combo lately.
I knew I wouldn’t be eating lunch for awhile, so I made a blueberry-basil smoothie to hold me over. I took it with me on the car ride into Boston for my 22-week ultrasound.
Traffic, as always, was an absolute nightmare (one of the reasons why we rarely leave the South Shore), but Mal and I eventually made into the city.
Everything went well during my ultrasound, and Baby Haupert looks healthy. The technician even said he looked “perfect,” which, of course, made me well up with tears. Every time we go for an ultrasound, I get so nervous and worried that something is going to go wrong, so it’s always such a relief when things look good.
(I made sure the hospital fixed my name in their records. It’s so weird that it suddenly changed?)
My doctor’s appointment (right after the ultrasound) was short and sweet. We talked about me getting the Tdap vaccine and a glucose test in the coming weeks. My doctor gave me all of the paperwork (info, instructions, etc.) and we talked about each one. There’s sure a lot of testing that goes into having a baby!
I also asked my doctor a few questions””most of which had to do with labor and birth since I’m starting to get a tad nervous about it all. I know I have a high pain tolerance, but, from what I’ve heard, labor is not a fun experience. I’d love to have an all-natural birth, but there’s no need to be a hero either, ya know? (My doctor told me 90% of women get epidurals during labor. I had no idea the number was so high!) I know I have awhile to decide what I ultimately want to do, but I think a “pain management” approach, as my doctor described it, is probably my best option. Basically, see where the labor progresses and do what I need to do to get through it, whether it be an epidural or another option. Honestly, I’m trying not to think about it too much. Maybe I’ll just go with the flow and see what happens?
After my appointments, Mal and I headed to Otto for lunch. We were both starving and pizza sounded so good.
We ordered the Apple, Bacon, and Red Onion pizza with red sauce, which was incredible. Seriously, incredible.
I was so happy when the pizza arrived at our table, Mal snapped a photo to capture my excitement. Haha! Hungry pregnant lady + huge pizza = pure joy. (Please excuse my hair; I’m rocking some serious hat head.)
Question of the Day
On a scale of 1-10 (10 being really high), how high is your pain tolerance?
I don’t think mine is a 10, but it’s probably an 8. I hear labor is like an 11. Yikes.