My favorite feminist blog, Jezebel, explains pretty aptly how women get a gross number of mixed messages regarding body image & pregnancy. My least favorite part of the magazine cover they critique is that there is a photo of a pregnant Christina Aguilera labelled ” her before body” as if that form is something that should be mocked/pitied/ridiculed/tittered at.
Blood pressure: 112/68
Fetal heart rate: 140 beats/minute
I’d actually lost 0.6 pounds since the last visit (which was the day after returning from vacation), making my total weight gain 17 pounds so far. Pretty effing good if you ask me.
Zimbaby was once again moving around whilst she got poked with the dopplr. My uterus is measuring 32 weeks, while I’m actually only 31 weeks and two days, so the smart money is still earlier in the birth date pools.
Also, the doctor confirmed that my blood sugar results from last time were perfectly good, so there’s no risk of gestational diabetes.
I took a prenatal yoga class at Capitol Hill Yoga today. It was good and I’d definitely go back. Observations, in no particular order:
- The class made me feel young. I’d guess only 5 or 6 of the 20 women in the class were over 30. What are all these young women doing pregnant?
- My wrists are really swollen and weak, making positions where they need to bear my weight (like downward dog) tough to hold.
- Most other people have fancier yoga gear than me. Sam was proud of himself that he didn’t let me donate the old yoga mat last time we went to the Salvation Army, but it has huge black marks on it, and the women next to me busted out an individually wrapped lavender wipe to clean off her perfectly clean looking mat.
- Yoga still involves too much chatter about asanas (sp?) and XXXic energy for my taste.
- It’s hard to do focused breathing exercises when your main concern is hiding the burps that your heartburn is causing.
- I learned several good exercises that I expect I’ll do at home and at the office to stay limber and in shape:
- alternating cat/cow poses to stretch your lower back
- warrior pose (I was already doing some of this)
- some others that I forget the names of. (You’ll have to wait for me to post again about the next class.)
It’s a good thing Sam is the trusting type, because as of today, my wedding band really does not fit my swollen little fingers anymore. They look like sausages!
Phew! That was easy, when compared to the finding-a-daycare fiasco. We met with the head nurse at the practice of Washington Pediatric Associates, and they seem great.
They have lactation consultant on-site four days a week, their own doctors staff their emergency on-call phone lines, and they have separate time slots for newborns at the beginning of the day so that they’re not around the bigger sick kids with appointments at the end of the day.
Also, for total convenience, they accept my insurance and are located in the same building as my obgyn.
I am not inclined to look any further.
blood pressure: 120/60
fetal heart rate: 140 beats per minute (and she was hunkered over on my right side, so the doppler machine was way right of my belly button to find the heart beat)
I also took the glucose screen blood test, and should get the results back tomorrow or Friday at the latest. If my glucose levels were elevated, then I need to do a longer diagnostic test that involves fasting to see if I have gestational diabetes.
We asked them for a referral to a pediatrician, since the one that I’d called never got back to me about whether they’re accepting new patients (probably not a good sign).
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this is inside the shiny movie theater at Paragon Mall, Bangkok
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