Met with my new doctor again today.
First things first, all my tests came back really good. I'm 35, but I'm having the pregnancy of a 25-year-old. And the risk rate of all sorts of problems has dropped to practically nil. So, yay!
But when we last met the doctor, I wasn't so sure that I liked him. He seemed to have the impression that I'm one of those hyper-scared, incredibly high maintenance new moms. While of course I have concerns and curiosities, I like to think that I'm fairly low-key about it and can usually tell the difference between unpleasant symptom that I have to live through and a scary symptom that requires medical care.
Now, we kind of think he might have gotten this impression because when we first met, my husband kind of grilled him with a bunch of interview questions out of a book. This is not our usual MO but the doc had no way of knowing that.
For our appointment today, it was just a 20 minute chat session with no tests to do. Just an opportunity to ask questions and stuff. The problem was, we didn't really have any questions.
When I got my tests last week, I did ask quickly about how much weight I should expect to gain and how to recognize if I start gaining way too much. There are very few guides that give you any range of numbers when you are starting your pregnancy already overweight and you're pregnant with twins. Wanted to make sure I didn't get carried away with the weight gain and blame it on the kids when I need to be dialing back on the cookies. For the record, he said 11-15lbs. Works for me since I lost about 15lbs last summer. But that mini-consultation was kind of a drive-by answer. The ultrasound tech tossed him that question quickly while he was running between other people and he opted to stick his head in the door and answer the question personally rather than just give the tech the numbers to deliver. So points for that.
Anyway, last night we tried to get a few questions together. Especially since our appointment was at 8am and there was no way I would remember anything at that time of morning without having it in writing. So I asked about the things I saw my friend concerned with during her pregnancy (blood pressure, blood sugar levels) and said that no one had mentioned those things to me so is there anything I need to know that I haven't been told yet? I asked if there were any surprising and alarming symptoms coming up in trimester 2 that I shouldn't panic about if they happen. I asked about what tests would be coming up next.
His answers were pretty darned low-key. Very much the attitude that as long as I don't really do anything in the extreme, things would be fine. He's seen people eat the stuffing out of teddy bears and rolls of toilet paper due to PICA issues so if I ate a cookie or some ice cream every now and then, it didn't worry him much. And that they will be checking for gestational diabetes and stuff at around 28 weeks and if there's an issue, we'll deal with it then. And there was quite a bit of joking around. I think he has a better idea of who we are and has relaxed a bit when dealing with us.
So I like him better today than I did before.
And at breakfast after the appointment, K asked if I noticed his shoes. Uh, no. Well, they are quite long and a weird style I'm not accustomed to seeing, but no, didn't really notice anything. So K said that his shoes were scuffed and worn out. While his hair might all be in place, this is clearly a man who is on his feet all day working. That's a good thing.