1. 32 week appointment on Monday - Saw the nurse practitioner again. I do not like that woman one bit. She's very nice... but yeah. She looked at my chart, whipped out the due date wheel and got it wrong. Again. She said I was 31 weeks 2 days. Oh wait, no, 31 weeks 5 days. Still wrong, but I wasn't going to correct her. She checked for the heartbeat, and that was it. No measurements, no nothing. Then she tells me that my next appointment will be in 3 1/2 weeks when I'm 33 weeks. Now my math is bad, but not that bad... I reminded her that at my last visit they said I'd start every two weeks after this one. She said no, 3 1/2 weeks. Ok, whatever.
Right before I left, she tells me that I had protein in my urine again. The last visit I had to sit there for another hour, drinking tons of water and that retest was fine. She asked if I had been drinking enough (probably not) and ordered a 24 hour urine test. I'm going to do that on Sunday so I don't have to do it at work. What a hassle that is going to be. It's a brown gallon sized jug labelled "Biohazard". I have to collect urine for 24 hours and they want me to keep it in the fridge. Um no. A co-worker said she kept hers in a cooler in the bathroom when she had to do it. Much better idea. If this comes back fine, and my next pee-in-a-cup test comes back high, too damn bad.
When I made my next appointment, the nice woman at the desk looked at my chart and said "Ok, we'll see you in two weeks!" Yes, you will. At least one person there besides my doctor knows what they are doing...
Blood pressure, weight gain (still down 3 lbs from starting on their scale) was fine.
2. Hospital tour on Monday - It's one hallway and a tiny nursery. They encourage rooming-in, so only a few babies in there. The rooms are nice and big. Everything happens in that room unless there's an emergency. The nurses were really sweet.
3. Breastfeeding/Baby Care Class last night - We had our breastfeeding/baby care class last night. It was actually the last class of a six week Lamaze class. No one told us that. The instructor had graduates from the last class there to share their birth stories. So that was unexpected, but nice. One poor girl had a 9lb 5oz baby. She had an episiotimy, but the baby turned at the last minute and she ended up with a 4th degree tear (from front to back), took 1 1/2 hours to stitch her up. Um, ouch.
Not too much on baby care, but the breastfeeding part was nice. We took a 32 question quiz and I only got one wrong. The video was... interesting. It was nice to see what latch on actually looks like as opposed to reading about it/seeing a picture. However... all the women in the video were obese black women. Our class was all white except for one Mexican couple. It was definitely an older video too. At one point, they showed one whipping out her naked breast to feed in a park with a ton of graffiti on the building behind her. I was waiting to see a drug deal happen in the background, it was that kind of video.
Jon enjoyed the class. Of course, other husbands were there, and the instructor was asking the new dads what's changed, how it feels, their points of view. Now he's saying he wishes we had signed up for a Lamaze class. *sigh* The next one starts on the 24th and ends the last week of March. Which is fine, but it's during the week at night. He had a difficult time getting out of work on time last night. Even though they knew in advance, they still threw a fit. He won't be able to do that for 6 weeks.
There were about 8 babies that came. Only one was somewhat fussy. It was funny, every time she cried, Connor would start kicking. The class was supposed to be from 6:30-7:45.... no, it was till 9.
