Just Cause It's Halloween Doesn't Mean You Can Scare Me

Yesterday was my 30 week OB appointment. We are now measuring 3 weeks behind. You may remember at 28 weeks we were measuring 2 weeks behind. So the doctor ordered an US to check his size.

I went in this morning and saw my little man. The US tech said his head is lower than she's seen in years and years. She couldn't get over how low he was. 2nd tech to tell me that this week! She said my fluid was good, he was proportional, but small at 2lbs 11ozs. She then proceeds to have me sit in the waiting area for the Dr.

Okay, this may not sound like a big deal to you, but this office is notorious (in my book) to drop the ball and send me packing. So for her to make me wait kinda freaked me out a little. I was planning on waiting anyways because I wanted to know the deal, but for her to tell me too...

Then she comes out and says "She's (the doctor) not here yet, and I'm not sure when she will be, but you have to wait because I need to show her these pictures."

Ummmm. I started to freak. I was almost in tears in the waiting room. Like WTF is wrong with my baby?! Christopher was at work and I was texting him with NO answer. It was awful.

Then she comes out a few minutes later "Okay! Everything looks great! She's happy! She said you can go!"

Wow. Way to scare the living shit out of me.

I told Christopher I don't care if he gets FIRED. If I am in a situation like that ever again he is to be there no questions asked. I can't deal without him. He's seriously my rock, and I can't be alone in situations like that. The other day I got sick and puked everywhere all over myself in my car(wanted to know that huh?!) and he left his meeting to see what was wrong. I'm BAWLING (because I'm a baby) and tell him I got sick all over myself. I was expecting a "That sucks babe, but seriously? this isn't a big deal" but instead he was so so sweet and sounded so upset for me and talked to me for a really long time until I was feeling better. Because by that point I was crying about getting sick, I was crying because I have crazy hormones, and then it turned into how much I miss him and I hate how he works all the time and I want to spend more time with him to just blubbering crazy woman. And he was so sweet the entire time.

I just love him.

So the moral of this story- Baby is low, skinny like his daddy, I will be jealous of them both for the rest of my life, Christopher has to go with me everywhere at all times and never leave my side, and I am crazy.