Swelling Uteri

I remember observing during my mom's last pregnancy (Hi Mallory!) that people seem unusually comfortable commenting on the swelling belly or even touching the protruding region. This is behavior that is normally unacceptable, but somehow the pregnancy breaks down those social mores. A good friend of mine is due in three weeks. When we first moved into the ward, I noticed that people told her that she was too small, but recently, as her delivery is imminent and the swelling has certainly increased, the same people feel comfortable telling her she is too big. Of course, it is said with a touch of humor, but in blogs it is important to cut to the chase. Through my second trimester people have been telling me that I am so small, blah, blah, blah. I soaked it all up, but I saw, through my friend's experience, what awaits.

For our out of town readers, and that everyone, there has been a recent increase in girth and the small comments are ceasing. Yesterday, Nathan and I went to my regular visit with my OB. I was actually scheduled to meet with the nurse practitioner and this was our first introduction. In past visits my weight gain has been textbook good, I mean to the exact pound. This time, well, there were three pounds extra. The nurse practioner commented on this, grrrr, and she became my immediate sworn enemy. She asked, "Has there been anything different?" I answered that I was wearing heavier shoes and that the appointment was in the afternoon. Clarifying her question, she said, "No, like any special parties, change in behavior". I told her yes, we had attended a terrific party in which the food was so good I gained three extra pounds. Actually, I kept this comment to myself and told her about my potential muscle weight gain from doing my new workout video, "Fitmama". As you can imagine, she was very impressed.

Besides the "weight issue" the appointment went very well. Raisin's heartbeat is getting stronger and is perfect. She moves around quite a bit these days and I am thinking she is going to be a much better dancer than either of her parents. I was offered a flu shot and accepted. I had to fill out a form and mark that I had not experienced any cold symtoms that day. As I had felt great all day, I gladly circled no. The paper no more than left my hand when I felt a tickle in my throat. I figured it was the power of suggestion, but by the end of the night I had myself a sore throat and the raspy voice to match. It took a few days, but whatever Nathan had last week finally caught up with me.

I need to go, I am really hungry for some ice cream.