A bit less depressing
It seems as if most of the posts I've made referring to the baby, aside from the initial announcement, have been leaning strongly towards the bad news end. So I am trying to post some more cheerful information today.
Fact 1: She's active as all get out. I asked the obstetrician if I should worry that she isn't kicking as *hard* as she was last week. He said as long as she's moving at least ten times a day, not to worry.
So I started counting. She knocked out ten before 8:30 in the morning. Yeah, not too worried. :) Active is a good sign. Although I'm starting to think she's taking solo tango lessons in there or something.
Fact 2: She may be a vampire. Had my blood test for gestational diabetes this week. My blood sugar was fine - up a bit, but barely halfway to the point where they'd be concerned - but apparently I'm sufficiently anaemic that the obstetrician had one of the office-ladies call me and tell me to go on iron supplements ASAP.
I've always been prone to anaemia at the best of times, as I eat very little red meat and I'm not fond of spinach either, so I'm not too worried about that. But the idea of a tiny vampire-geekling strikes me as very funny, for some reason. This is what happens if you watch too much Buffy when your ova are at an impressionable age!
I'm getting an ultrasound next week, and I'm going to ask them to check for tiny fangs.
Fact 1: She's active as all get out. I asked the obstetrician if I should worry that she isn't kicking as *hard* as she was last week. He said as long as she's moving at least ten times a day, not to worry.
So I started counting. She knocked out ten before 8:30 in the morning. Yeah, not too worried. :) Active is a good sign. Although I'm starting to think she's taking solo tango lessons in there or something.
Fact 2: She may be a vampire. Had my blood test for gestational diabetes this week. My blood sugar was fine - up a bit, but barely halfway to the point where they'd be concerned - but apparently I'm sufficiently anaemic that the obstetrician had one of the office-ladies call me and tell me to go on iron supplements ASAP.
I've always been prone to anaemia at the best of times, as I eat very little red meat and I'm not fond of spinach either, so I'm not too worried about that. But the idea of a tiny vampire-geekling strikes me as very funny, for some reason. This is what happens if you watch too much Buffy when your ova are at an impressionable age!
I'm getting an ultrasound next week, and I'm going to ask them to check for tiny fangs.