knock on wood

Yesterday, I had my 30 week appointment at my OB office. I have reached the point where I have appointments with the other doctors in the practice just in case they are on call when the Bean decides to make her appearance. Is it a bad thing that I now secretly hope my regular doctor isn’t available because I absolutely loved the doctor we met with yesterday?

Super Cool Doctor told me I was having the perfect pregnancy. (no, this isn’t why I like her). I asked her to knock on wood – statements like that cause nothing but trouble. She laughed at me and then knocked on the cabinet.

She made this declaration after she told me I gained an enormous amount of weight in two weeks (she said it is all water and it will disappear right after birth – again, not why I like her) and she examined my tree trunk ankles and my fat fingers. I also had explained that I don’t get more than two hours of sleep at a time and that my current food of choice are TUMS because I have such bad heartburn. Sure sounds perfect to me - really, it does. She said it was and I believe her. My complaints are minute and overall I feel great. Things are good. But please knock on wood…just in case.

In other news…
Wonderful Husband is finally internalizing that we are having a child. Everyday he tells me some sort of story about something he read or noticed about parenting. Yesterday, we were leaving to walk the dog and he turned to me and said, “Oh no, prom. She is going to go to prom and I will be crying when she walks out the door.” Oh how I adore Wonderful Husband.