A relatively uneventful trip to the OB’s office this morning.
My appointment was supposed to be yesterday, but my doctor came down with a cold and had to reschedule. This is my new OB, Dr. F. I really liked my old doctor (Dr. G), but she’s leaving the practice in June. I’d consider following her, but she’s going to an office downtown and to a hospital that isn’t my favorite. And since I picked this practice largely because of their affiliation with the hospital near my house, switching seemed a little silly. Anyways, I had long figured that, if I were going to one of the downtown Boston hospitals, I was guaranteed to go into labor during rush hour and a home Red Sox game. For those unfamiliar with Boston, many of the major hospitals are located down the street from Fenway Park. No thank you.
So, now I’m seeing Dr. F. She’s in the same practice, and came highly recommended, and I wasn’t disappointed. Not that I had extensive interaction with her, but she seemed very nice and all that.
Otherwise, it was pretty uneventful. Pee in a cup, step on the scale (ha!), take my blood pressure (still nice and low). Go in the exam room, measure the belly (measuring 28 weeks… 6 weeks ahead), listen to the heartbeats. Baby Boy B is still faster than his sister. Baby Girl A was dodging the doppler as best she could, moving all around.
I did ask about how labor & delivery on-call doctors worked, and it actually looks like a pretty small likelihood that my actual doctor would deliver me, unless it’s a scheduled c-section/inducing or I just happen to get lucky on one of the days she covers the hospital. Ah well.
Next month will be my last appointment on an “every 4 weeks” basis. After that, I switch to every two weeks with the OB, plus my perinatolgist appointments. Oh, and for my next appointment, I get to do the glucose challenge test to make sure I don’t have gestational diabetes. Hope I pass!
