it just is.

Today I had my 6 month OB appt. Which isn't really a big deal to me because I have an appt or an ultrasound (or both) every two weeks. But this was as the nurse said today "My Official Six Month". I just *love* the six month appointment. It's so informative and...well...PREDICTABLE. :)

This is the visit where my iron is found to be terribly deficient, even though I'm taking at least TWO iron supplements. I eat my iron rich foods...but I'm just anemic. Always.

This is the visit where they inform me that "because I've been beta strep the last three pregnancies, I'll have to be on antibiotics during the entire delivery". Right. I know that. I have delivered three other babies, remember?

Then, they put me on the scale. They check my weight, and then check my chart. "OH MY GOODNESS!"...they always say... "You have only gained ONE pound this entire pregnancy, and it was last week. Yes. I know that too. That's how it always is, don't worry lady, because the pounds will start loading up on me in 3 and 5lb increments in the coming weeks...and that's gonna freak you out too, but that's just how it is.

Fast forward to my laying down on the exam table to be measured, which by the way is slightly difficult when your back feels like it's got two knives stabbing repeatedly into it. Those tables are not made for comfort, that's for sure. The sweet nurse who incidentally I LOVE, whips out her tape and keeps the casual conversation going until she looks down at the measurement, and then she abruptly stops. She tells me to blow out and suck in. She pushes things around, flips her tape over, checks my chart, and then says "well I don't know what is going on here!". She leaves the room, and brings back the other nurse, who takes her tape out, and proudly pronounces an even BIGGER number than the first just got. "29" the new nurse proudly says. To which the first one replies..."yes, I got 28, but LOOK AT HER CHART. She's was only 24 weeks YESTERDAY".

The new nurse looks at me and says "OOOOOH."

So then they call in the Dr. (I just laugh....because this is how it always is.)

He measures me with a "Huh." He says "Well, she measures really big. Maybe her dates ARE correct after all." and then he casually walks out.

And then I say to them... "Don't worry. This is how it ALWAYS is." ;)

Coming soon:

• The visit where I fail my one-hour glucose test, but pass with flying colors my 3 hour. 

Also will be: 

• the first of many nurse shockers of how one could put on so much weight in a one week's time without eating three cheeseburgers at every meal or be on a constant I.V. drip of straight vanilla milkshakes.