It’s snowing, folks!! I am rather pleased with this development, though most of my friends are quite done with winter and all of its lovely whiteness. If I lived in Maine or Wisconsin or Minnesota, I would probably feel the same way. But here in Rhode Island, we seem to be in this weird area in which we don’t get any snow. Boston, just an hour north of us, can get completely hammered, and all we’ll get is rain. Sometimes freezing rain. But snow? Not likely.
The snow keeps changing, though. One minute we have those teeny little snowflakes that make it hard to see them as they come down, and then the next minute we’ll have huge flakes that float on the breeze. Soon it’s supposed to change to freezing rain. That should make things interesting. Kurt’s home for the day, which is nice. I don’t have to worry about him driving home in this mess, though he’s only got a mile and a half to go to get home.
Kurt’s just gone out back with Grace. We’re trying out her “new” snowsuit that we got at thrift store that will be kept at school. He had her come out to the living room, and, in the immortal words of the mother from A Christmas Story, tell me, “I’ll put my arms down when I get to school!”
I almost peed myself laughing.
Now they’re out front trying to build a snowman. I don’t know how successful they will be; the snow seems rather powdery. But they’re having fun. Kurt’s just a kid in a man’s body, didn’t you know?
This morning was my first OB appointment for this pregnancy. My OB is a woman who’s a little strange and off-the-wall, which is perfect for me because so am I! Kurt says she looks sort of like a Simpsons character, only minus the yellow skin. She carries around a laptop with her, which I thought was pretty cool. She was able to input all the pertinent data right there while I was in the office with her, and she even ordered tests for me as she discussed my next appointment with her nurse.
I did find it a bit strange to be seen in a doctor’s office. The last time I was pregnant, I was seen at the OB clinic at the naval hospital. When I got my first ultrasound, they did it right there in the nurse-midwife’s office. Any tests I had to have done were done right in the hospital’s lab, and once I went into labor, the nurse-midwife had to simply take an elevator up two floors to get to the labor & delivery floor. Now I go to a small little office, and my OB shares her space with a walk-in clinic and a pediatrician. The ultrasound I thought I was getting today was put off till the first week in March because I have to go to the Newport Hospital to have it done. Labs were done in the same building, but I had to exit my OB’s office and go to the lab, where I had to check in all over again. There’s nothing wrong with how things are done here; it’s just not what I am used to.
The appointment went well. My blood pressure is awesome, which always happens when I’m pregnant. I’m starting off a full 20 pounds lighter than I was with Grace, so hopefully I’ll gain just those 20 pounds and lose them as easily as I did with Grace. Apparently my uterus is just a bit smaller than a grapefruit, which tells the doctor I am nine weeks pregnant, exactly in line with the date of my last period. This gives me a due date of 25 September. That amuses me highly since Grace’s due date was 23 September, but she refused to put in an appearance until the doctors forced her to on 7 October.
I have a stubborn daughter, can you tell?
So things are going along swimmingly. I am quite a boring pregnant person; with Grace, I had no issues or complications to worry about. I’m crossing my fingers that this pregnancy is just as boring, and hopefully we’ll have a much less dramatic birth than we had with Grace!
And since so many of you asked, here is a photo of the purse Kurt bought me for my birthday!