25 week Check-up

This morning I had my 25 week check up appointment with the OB. She said baby was transverse and probably facing my back, making it very hard to find her heartbeat. I knew she was stubborn like her daddy. The doc said not to worry just yet, but in the next few weeks, she needs to start making her way head down. I mumbled to myself, "you can't tell this child what to do, she does exactly what she wants...when she wants." (as my mom says...like mom like daughter). It did give me a slight scare, but I am assured by her constant kicks. My belly measured on track, but my weight did not. Er. I don't want to discuss that.

I ended up crying to the hubs on the way home because I was so upset about the weight thing and about her not facing the way she should have been. Emotinal rollercoster once again. My next appointment is the gestational diabetes test where I have to chug a bottle with 50 mgs of sugar in it an hour before they take my blood. Oh, that will be fun. I was told I might get sick. GREAT, exactly what I wanted to hear. Not such a good way to start off my Thanksgiving week, but I am totally over it now. She can kick me all she wants, but when its time to show the doctor what she's made of, she goes and hides. Hum.

Today is what I like to call "marathon cleaning day." Basically, I end up literally running a marathon while cleaning. I am very, very anal about the house being clean, especially before we take a vacay. I would HATE to come back to a messy house...it has to be spotless.

I am so ready for turkey...soooo, was I dreaming when the doctor said to watch my weight? yeah.