Today definitely had that Monday after vacation feeling. Brian went back to work, plus Jack and I had to be up early for a doctor’s appointment. This was the first time since Jack was 6 weeks old that I’ve actually braved taking him with me to the doctor, but it was supposed to be a quick prenatal check-up so I figured, “What the heck?”
Fast forward to 50 minutes past my appointment time when we’re still sitting in the waiting room. I asked the receptionist if she knew how much longer it would be.
“What’s your name?”
And then, after I gave her my name: “Uh oh.”
Two seconds later the waiting room door opens and my OBGYN (whom I LOVE- if anyone around Dallas needs a good doctor, email me) rushes in, grabs my stroller and whisks Jack into an exam room. Basically the receptionist hadn’t told my doctor or nurse that I was there and they were worried as to why I hadn’t shown up yet. Anyway, baby sounds great, Jack was perfect, all is well in the world. Heart rate at 15 weeks is 148- any gender guesses??
Here’s my sweet little man in the waiting room. I just kept feeding him Cheerios and all was swell.
Other great news from this visit was that I didn’t gain any weight between Thanksgiving and Christmas. What? With Jack, EVERY visit I would step on the scale and be up 3-5 lbs. I’m blaming hibernation for this; literally I can not get enough sleep. So whereas last pregnancy I spent all my free time eating, this time around it’s all about the nap.
So to celebrate the lack of pregnancy gain, I had a turkey burger and fries at Purple Cow for dinner.
I love this place because it’s cheap, loud (good for toddlers!) and full of wholesome looking high schoolers who give me hope that Jack won’t end up on Intervention someday. I’ve been watching a lot of that lately. I need an Intervention intervention.
So here’s a secret:
Purple Cow banana pudding.
Sweet baby Jesus, this stuff is amazing. Brian made fun of me for ordering dessert, but guess who demolished half the bowl before I had a chance to snap a pic? Even Jack, who deemed the dish “disgusting!” when they set it down, gobbled it up.
Speaking of Jack, look what I found when I went to get him up from his nap today:
The best part? (Or worst.) The back of his t-shirt was completely soaked in pee, but both his pants and the front of his shirt were bone dry. How the heck does he do this? Nevermind, I don’t want to know.