I had my regular Dr's appt yesterday. Heartbeat 161. Measuring great. Gained 3 pounds. I also got my referral for ultrasound. I had one scheduled for Monday but thought I would call and see by chance if they had any cancellations for yesterday, and turns out they did. I got in a 3pm.
The girl came to get me and she was not the same rude mean lady I had last time. I didn't really expect it to be since my last u/s was at a branch in Irvine and I was in Mission Viejo. Lady led me back to the room and opens the door and who is standing in there, but rude mean lady. Great. I lay on the table and ask her is she sees the sex, to tell me. She gives me a whole lecture on we might not be able to tell, baby cooperating, blah blah. Whatever. She puts the thing on my stomach and gets all pissed off and says "Oh, didn't drink enough water in time?" Same lecture I got from her last time, and yes I did. I had 2 20 oz bottles, and a 16 oz orange hi-c, which by my calculations is 56 oz, which is well over the 32oz they say. But whatever. She sends her minion to get me another bottle of water which I drink..so she says "Oh dehydrated? That must be the problem" Um, it is 100 degrees, sorry.
Anyway, she does the u/s and everything looks good. I have an anterior placenta...Again. Damn it. I did with B too, and never felt him move because of it. (this means my placenta is between baby and my stomach.) Being I never felt B move, I had to go in for a few non stress tests (boring, but necessary), and then ended up having an emergency C-section after one. If I cant feel baby move, I cant do kick counts, how am I supposed to feel secure nothing is going wrong in there? Especially when I already had one huge issue with the first pregnancy?
Anyway
Then she says to me, "I don't see any boy parts"
So I say "Does that mean you got a good shot, and didn't see any parts? or does that mean you didn't see boy parts because you couldn't get a shot?"
She says "Well, I got a shot"
Then she said later "See, his leg? I mean, her leg?" And then she continued to call it "her" the rest of the u/s.
I know they cant confirm the sex, and like she said, they have been wrong before, But I assume I am supposed to assume she is a girl?
So Farrah it is? Maybe?
She finished this part of the deal and continues with her bitchyness. She realizes she cant get a pic of my cervix because my bladder is not full enough. She says "I am using the restroom, there is nothing going on in here" and walks out.
Now I am really questioning the sex. Is she that much of a bitch? Maybe it is a boy?
She finally comes back, and looks and my bladder is full...and then I have a contraction. So she throws her hands in the air and freaks out again.
I would be laughing at how angry I was making her if I was watching from a window, but being in the room listening to her bitch at me was really pissing me off, but I was afraid to say anything for fear she would say something to me that I didn't want to hear.
Anywho, it was a Braxton Hicks contraction. Which I am really glad I had since I had been feeling that every once in awhile, but didn't know what it was, nor how to explain it. So, this now answers that question.
Of course once I get home, Mike suggests changing the babies name to Evelyn, jackie, or angie. Fuck off. :)
The girl came to get me and she was not the same rude mean lady I had last time. I didn't really expect it to be since my last u/s was at a branch in Irvine and I was in Mission Viejo. Lady led me back to the room and opens the door and who is standing in there, but rude mean lady. Great. I lay on the table and ask her is she sees the sex, to tell me. She gives me a whole lecture on we might not be able to tell, baby cooperating, blah blah. Whatever. She puts the thing on my stomach and gets all pissed off and says "Oh, didn't drink enough water in time?" Same lecture I got from her last time, and yes I did. I had 2 20 oz bottles, and a 16 oz orange hi-c, which by my calculations is 56 oz, which is well over the 32oz they say. But whatever. She sends her minion to get me another bottle of water which I drink..so she says "Oh dehydrated? That must be the problem" Um, it is 100 degrees, sorry.
Anyway, she does the u/s and everything looks good. I have an anterior placenta...Again. Damn it. I did with B too, and never felt him move because of it. (this means my placenta is between baby and my stomach.) Being I never felt B move, I had to go in for a few non stress tests (boring, but necessary), and then ended up having an emergency C-section after one. If I cant feel baby move, I cant do kick counts, how am I supposed to feel secure nothing is going wrong in there? Especially when I already had one huge issue with the first pregnancy?
Anyway
Then she says to me, "I don't see any boy parts"
So I say "Does that mean you got a good shot, and didn't see any parts? or does that mean you didn't see boy parts because you couldn't get a shot?"
She says "Well, I got a shot"
Then she said later "See, his leg? I mean, her leg?" And then she continued to call it "her" the rest of the u/s.
I know they cant confirm the sex, and like she said, they have been wrong before, But I assume I am supposed to assume she is a girl?
So Farrah it is? Maybe?
She finished this part of the deal and continues with her bitchyness. She realizes she cant get a pic of my cervix because my bladder is not full enough. She says "I am using the restroom, there is nothing going on in here" and walks out.
Now I am really questioning the sex. Is she that much of a bitch? Maybe it is a boy?
She finally comes back, and looks and my bladder is full...and then I have a contraction. So she throws her hands in the air and freaks out again.
I would be laughing at how angry I was making her if I was watching from a window, but being in the room listening to her bitch at me was really pissing me off, but I was afraid to say anything for fear she would say something to me that I didn't want to hear.
Anywho, it was a Braxton Hicks contraction. Which I am really glad I had since I had been feeling that every once in awhile, but didn't know what it was, nor how to explain it. So, this now answers that question.
Of course once I get home, Mike suggests changing the babies name to Evelyn, jackie, or angie. Fuck off. :)
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