Week 15: May 16, 2011

I had my 16 week appointment this week, a few days early.  This was my first appointment with my doctor, and it held more "extra" good news than I ever remember hearing from our insurance system.  So let me recap this week with a simple summary of the good and the bad for you.

The Good:
*On a minor scale, I actually lost a pound since my last appointment.  Hey, in the course of pregnancy, every pound counts, right?  But it's all back to those suspect scales.  Remember how I said I wasn't sure I trusted them?  Well, we'll just say that this week, they worked in my favor.
*Baby's heartbeat sounds good-holding steady at 160.
*This has maybe been my most productive week of pregnancy thus far!
*We can do our ultrasound (which is my next appointment- WOWSERS!) at our own clinic.  This is good news because in the past, we've had to go to another office, and the ultrasound tech is notoriously grouchy and mean.  No one should leave their ultrasound feeling grumpy, right?  So thankful to not have to visit her this time around.
*And the best news of all: it's looking like we don't have to deliver this baby at our insurance's hospital downtown.  Both Phoebe and Noah were born at that hospital.  We haven't had bad experiences there, but they haven't been super great either.  For starters, it's in the heart of downtown and VERY inconvenient to get to.  Especially while in labor!  Phoebe was born in a matter of mere minutes after arriving, very Hollywood television drama style, so I was not looking forward to a repeat of that experience.  And she was born at 12:39 am.  That meant we were driving to this hospital after midnight.  I can't imagine what it might be like in rush hour.  Or potentially in snow, during rush hour!  YIKES!  Instead, we get to go back to a closer, much newer hospital on this side of town.  This happens to be the same one where Sophia was born, and we loved it there.  Tim and I couldn't be more thrilled!  It's not even an exaggeration to say that now, every time I drive by this hospital, I brief a sigh of relief and can't help saying, "Thank you, Jesus!"

The Bad:
I don't have much to complain about.  Tim was out of town for the first part of this week, and it was a tough week with the kids.  I should be past the first trimester fog by now, but I'm still so tired.  I still have a hard time functioning through the day without a nap, and I would love to be able to use my kids' naptime to be more productive.  Instead, I find myself sleeping their naptime away, and using every ounce of strength I have to rouse MYSELF so I can go rouse THEM!!  All the while, the laundry, bills, and dust continue to pile up...