Just as I thought...
My exam is over, and it was as random, odd and confusing as I expected. I am not sure how they were testing our ability to be good doctors, but there must some kind of method to their madness. The awful part was knowing that I probably could have done this exam two weeks ago and not done any worse than I did after the two weeks of study. However, I was not alone in this, which made me feel better.
The exam was at 8am, on the coldest morning this year in BrisVegas. Yay. However, the little heater I have growing in my belly actually helped to keep me quite warm, and the lovely supervisors got me a more comfortable chair when I asked for one! They also let me eat my nuts and an apple during the exam!! I was really glad about that - because there is no way I could have managed three hours without eating something.
So, I'm on holidays now, and my list of chores is so long I'll probably need 3 weeks, not one, to get them all done. Number one is to find a day car centre for Squishy for next year. We are having our morphology scan on Friday - this is the big one where we will be looking at Squishy to make sure everything is in it's rightful place. I'm really excited about it... We'll also be able to find out if Squishy is a boy or a girl, if we want too.
Actually, one thing has been worrying me, about Squishy. I'm nearly 18 weeks, and I'm not really showing. Granted, pre-pregnancy I was at the higher end of BMI scale (obese, not to put too fine a point on it)... I saw Little Mother Meg during the week, and she (who is also at the higher end of the BMI scale) commented that when she was 16 or 17 weeks pregnant, she was obviously showing. I've not put on a single kilo during my pregnancy, which I am really proud of, but it does worry me that my baby is, well, really small.
Mr Scruffy keeps telling me not to worry about it - I'm very short, I'm being careful about my weight and I'm eating healthy and doing lots of yoga. Little Mother Meg and is very tall, and her baby is HUGE (I mean it - she's actually off the chart for length-for-age... She's 8 weeks old and around 65cm long, 5.5kg). Mr Scruffy just hugs me and says that our baby is small, and there is nothing wrong with that. He's right of course, but my brain keeps on thinking about the things that can happen that can stop a baby growing in utero . Which is partly why I am looking forward to this scan - they are going to happily say "your baby is fine, just small, which is okay, because you are short, and your husband is hardly a giant! stop comparing yourself to all the other women and stop imagining scary things...". In the meantime though, I'm going to imagine....
Finally, a story from Scruffy-Brother. He is currently doing his surgical rotation, and was called in by the urologists to do a minor procedure. A gentleman need a foreign object removed from his bladder... A cotton bud. Apparently the patient had inserted the cotton bud entirely into his urethra, and then used a second object (unknown) to push it all the way up into the bladder... Yes, it must have hurt a lot. Scruffy-Brother's job was to removed the cotton bud the same way it went in (under anaesthetic!). When asked if there were any other foreign objects that the surgical team needed to know about, the patient responded "I'm not sure"....
The mind fairly boggles....
And on that note - I'm off for a walk around the park with Mr Scruffy!
The exam was at 8am, on the coldest morning this year in BrisVegas. Yay. However, the little heater I have growing in my belly actually helped to keep me quite warm, and the lovely supervisors got me a more comfortable chair when I asked for one! They also let me eat my nuts and an apple during the exam!! I was really glad about that - because there is no way I could have managed three hours without eating something.
So, I'm on holidays now, and my list of chores is so long I'll probably need 3 weeks, not one, to get them all done. Number one is to find a day car centre for Squishy for next year. We are having our morphology scan on Friday - this is the big one where we will be looking at Squishy to make sure everything is in it's rightful place. I'm really excited about it... We'll also be able to find out if Squishy is a boy or a girl, if we want too.
Actually, one thing has been worrying me, about Squishy. I'm nearly 18 weeks, and I'm not really showing. Granted, pre-pregnancy I was at the higher end of BMI scale (obese, not to put too fine a point on it)... I saw Little Mother Meg during the week, and she (who is also at the higher end of the BMI scale) commented that when she was 16 or 17 weeks pregnant, she was obviously showing. I've not put on a single kilo during my pregnancy, which I am really proud of, but it does worry me that my baby is, well, really small.
Mr Scruffy keeps telling me not to worry about it - I'm very short, I'm being careful about my weight and I'm eating healthy and doing lots of yoga. Little Mother Meg and is very tall, and her baby is HUGE (I mean it - she's actually off the chart for length-for-age... She's 8 weeks old and around 65cm long, 5.5kg). Mr Scruffy just hugs me and says that our baby is small, and there is nothing wrong with that. He's right of course, but my brain keeps on thinking about the things that can happen that can stop a baby growing in utero . Which is partly why I am looking forward to this scan - they are going to happily say "your baby is fine, just small, which is okay, because you are short, and your husband is hardly a giant! stop comparing yourself to all the other women and stop imagining scary things...". In the meantime though, I'm going to imagine....
Finally, a story from Scruffy-Brother. He is currently doing his surgical rotation, and was called in by the urologists to do a minor procedure. A gentleman need a foreign object removed from his bladder... A cotton bud. Apparently the patient had inserted the cotton bud entirely into his urethra, and then used a second object (unknown) to push it all the way up into the bladder... Yes, it must have hurt a lot. Scruffy-Brother's job was to removed the cotton bud the same way it went in (under anaesthetic!). When asked if there were any other foreign objects that the surgical team needed to know about, the patient responded "I'm not sure"....
The mind fairly boggles....
And on that note - I'm off for a walk around the park with Mr Scruffy!