Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Take A Little Time Walk A Little Line Got The Balance Right

My obstetrician belongs to a practice of eight doctors. My initial plan was to book my appointments on varying days of the week so that by the time Willie was born, I would know all of the doctors. Instead, I was so comfortable with the Monday doctor (she is seriously rad) that I've ended up booking every appointment with her. Which is a bit silly, I know. There is a very good chance that Willie will not be born on a Monday and I will end up with a stranger all up in my junk (though I'm pretty sure that having a stranger all up in my junk is going to be the least of my worries when I'm actually in labour.)


Yesterday I was having some pain. Not the usual pain (ligament pain, back pain, hip pain, boob pain, you name it, I've had it.) This was worrisome pain (spoiler alert: everything is fine.) I really didn't want to be that pregnant lady, you know? The hysterical "mah baybeeeee" pregnant lady. So I consulted Dr. Google and confirmed that I was either totally fine or facing imminent death and went on with my day. Willie was active (more active than usual, actually) so I didn't call my doctor's office until late afternoon when the pain had spread. Which is how I ended up with a Wednesday morning doctor's appointment with a doctor I've never met before.

You guys. He was gorgeous. Like, uncomfortably attractive. Tall and dark and chiseled. The office was still locked when I arrived so I had to stand in the hallway with Dr. Beautiful and make flustered smalltalk about traffic and the weather. It was ridiculous. I am ridiculous. Ridiculous but pleased. I've been so blue lately and everything has been such a struggle. It felt really good to have a normal, awkward reaction to something that lately would have sent me into a funk. I don't know if it's the sunshine we've had this week or if it's because the move is finally over or if it's as simple as not being sick and deathy anymore but I am finally starting to feel like myself again. I'm still overwhelmed and feeling completely behind in everything (see below: week 32 photo. I am now 34 weeks pregnant) but this week I've found myself laughing in situations that up until recently would have sent me into a fit of tears. Like when Shawn and I were hanging wedding photos and he said, "look how skinny you were!" or when Wolfgang lifted his leg and peed all over the pot of mint I had growing on my lovely new patio. Things are beginning to feel good again is what I'm saying (apart from the clueless dudes in my life, amirite?)


  1. I'm skinny in my wedding photos too. *sigh*

    Good to hear things are good!

  2. Yay for sunshine and feeling more like yourself!

    I'm glad to hear things are getting better! :)

  3. For the record - you look great.

    Like, ridiculously great. Keep up the good work.

  4. Yeah, I have to say you're one of the smallest, most stunning pregnant women on the planet. So, if that helps any.

  5. HOORAY for feeling better! And, dude. You are one hot Momma.

  6. 1. I secretly hope that McDreamy doctor delivers your child. That would be kind of fun. And awkward. But I thrive on that kind of awkwardness, so I wonder if that would help distract from anything painful going on? You never know. :)

    2. You look just beautiful.

    3. I hear you on feeling behind on everything. I've never been so stressed out in my life (and I'm a stressed person to begin with). I'm glad you've felt some joy recently and have been able to laugh things off!

    Hugs, my friend!

  7. Don't we all look skinny in our wedding photos. I just wish I would have realized how good I looked then!

    So happy things are getting better for you, and you look fantastic!

  8. Look how smiley and glowy and beautiful you are! I never looked like that during my pregnancy.

    I'm glad that you are having more moments of levity and "normal-ness." I hope it continues on!

  9. Glad everything is okay--and for the record--you are gorgeous.

  10. Glad you're feeling more like yourself. And glad I'm not the only one who gets all awkward around hot doctors. Honestly, hot guys shouldn't be allowed to be doctors. It's just too uncomfortable.

  11. I bet that doctor wouldn't go around calling you fat or peeing on your mint. ;-)

    I'm glad everything is looking up and I am glad my Bruins are finally giving your Canucks a good fight.

  12. Oy, how nerveracking it would be to have a full-time McDreamy OB... part-time though: Bring it! (Oh yes Dr, my back IS really sore - can you massage it for me until I feel better? Yes I can take off my shirt...)
    I guess it's obv I have been watching a lot of late night TV.
    Glad to hear you are starting to feel more at peace with the world around you, and that your Sillary self is coming out to play!
    PS I still can't believe you are about to have a baby next month. It's so surreal! And you look stunning in your pregnancy photos too. Is Turtle going to do some B&W shots of you when she comes back from Europe?
    miss you!!!

  13. look at you! you're like a full-fledged pregnant lady now! an ADORABLE pregnant lady! (ps: shawn is so lucky he still has all his man parts intact after that comment HA HA NO SERIOUSLY.)

  14. You look so beautiful.

    I once had to be naked from the waist up in front of THE most beautiful medical resident I've ever seen. He looked like Luke Duke. I am not typically into blondes, but GOOD GODDAMN.

  15. Screw being skinny (which, you still are, by the way) ... you are radiating beauty right now. Pregnancy becomes you! Rock out the good feelings while they last!

  16. Well, you're gorgeous and I hope the sun keeps shining on you darling- keep your chin high ;0)