I love being pregnant.
Well, I love what being pregnant leads to. I don't exactly glow. But, I'm surving, and with 10 weeks to go I'm doing pretty well.
But I've gotta say, lately being pregnant seems like a job on to itself.
Forget about the fact that I'm exhausted so I go to bed earlier, waste tons of times on maternity message boards and my head is generally full of all things baby related.
In addition to all that, these appointments are running me ragged.
Today I had an OB appointment.
I've now switched to bi-weekly appointments. Luckily the doctor isn't too far from my office. So, once every other week I take an extended lunch for that.
On top of that, bi-weekly, I go see one of the counsellors at the "Pre- and Post- Natal Life Stages clinic" (for the unitiated, this is a clinic to handle anxiety and depression - currently I fall into the anxiety category).
I'm supposed to be going for pre-natal massage at least every other week.
And now I'm going to physio (for my previously dislocated tailbone - thanks Doodle) quite likely once a week.
I'm grateful that between the Canadian health system and the benefits at my work and Phat Daddy's, anything out of pocket is reimbursed. But still ... running to all of these appointments is insane. Trying to remember which floor the respective people are on in the correct building can be a task. And the cost of taxis and subway fare adds up.
The good news is that I have a healthy, though apparently rather large, baby growing inside of me. She's so big, in fact, that I have to go for another ultrasound to make sure that the dates we're working with are okay.
I'm sure they are.
And the other good news - since my last appointment (before Christmas) I only gained 1.5 lbs. Who only gains 1.5 lbs over Christmas. That brings my total weight gain up to only 15 pounds. I'm not complaining.
So far so good!