Good Doctors

My 37 week appointment (technically 37.5 weeks) was this morning and everything went smoothly. I don’t think I’ve gained any weight in a couple weeks, which is pretty normal considering I’m in the final stretch and there isn’t much room to be stashing large pizzas and Mexican feasts. I’m doing my best to keep my feet up, the water down, and my toddler from tearing the house apart.

I hear so many people complain about doctors, specifically OBGYN practices and hospitals, and I just gotta brag on these two guys I go to. It’s a small practice with amazing nurses who know me by name and are great at returning phone calls. When I first found this group, I thought it was another group with all female doctors, but about a week before my first appointment, I learned it was two male doctors. I decided just to go with it and give them a chance.

The doctor who delivered Scooby is hysterical and keeps me laughing with his very candid sense of humor. I think I had him in stitches during my labor with the questions I was asking such as, “If I get the head out, will you take care of the rest?” and “Tell me what I’m doing wrong and I’ll fix it!”, which was in reference to my having pushed for an hour while Scooby just played peek-a-boo with the world. His last good laugh at me was when I came to an appointment all concerned about having eaten wine sauce the night before. He and the hospital nurse did an amazing job encouraging me and helping me stick to my epidural-free plan.

The other doctor is a bit more serious and saw me through a breast infection, a miscarriage, and severe insomnia. I’ve thought he was a bit less personable until today when he noticed I’d done something different with my hair. Granted, I had only blown it dry and actually put on my face this morning as opposed to showing up last week in pjs and a pony tail after only two hours of sleep – but the fact that he noticed blew all kinds of preconceived notions about OBs not knowing their patients. He doesn’t make me laugh, but he’s real with me and takes good care of me.

They are sticking to their June 14th estimate of the due date, and I really don’t have much reason to question it since Scooby showed up for his due date right before 8 AM. So, two and a half weeks to go!