Yesterday was my 11 week 3 day check-up. I wasn't quite sure what to expect and though Marcus originally was going to go he couldn't make it. In the end I'm sorry he missed it. This visit was less eventful than the last as there wasn't any poking, prodding, or blood letting...though they did make me pee in a cup again...I hope that isn't a regularly occurring event although if it is I suppose my peeing in cups ability will become rather proficient over time. The most fantastic part of the visit was that I got to hear the baby's heartbeat. (S)he is growing strong with 150 beats per minute which, if you'll allow me to be non-sarcastic for a moment, is amazing. The adult human heart beats on average 70 to 75 times a minute. This little guy or gal is really going at it in there! In just a matter of weeks the baby has gone from a cluster of cells to a distinctly human form...too bad it has to stay there for the next 6 months.
The other thing that came out of my doctor's visit was he put the kibosh on my hopes of being pregnant and running the Army Ten Miler in October. In case you don't personally know me you may be unaware that I am a runner and actually take enjoyment out of running...as much as it sucks. Of course, over the last few weeks I've barely run one mile but I feel I have a pretty darn good excuse for that. In the end the doctor didn't completely take away my running but he did say that ten miles may be overdoing it. Not to mention in a race setting I may be less aware of overdoing it which is possible since I'm constantly trying to beat my previous year's time. In the meantime I bought two headbands to wear when I do eventually get back to running. One of them reads "Not Fat, Pregnant" and the other reads "It's Just Baby Fat" which should last me for another year at least, right?
In the end I now have an "even better excuse to be a bum" as Marcus ever so gently and sweetly put it (and as if growing a baby which is depleting the very essence of my soul/life isn't a good enough reason already). I fully intend to continue watching the "King of Queen's" and "Seinfeld" re-runs to my hearts content. I have learned there are a few shows I need to stay away from and they are, in no particular order, any shows about 9/11, shows about giving birth, shows about children being lost, shows with fake tans/boobs and hair poufs (actually, I could never stomach that crap but thought I would throw it in anyway), and finally, shows about hurt or abandoned animals.
Next up! Dealing with the husband. That should be a good one.
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