Reveal thyself

Had my 14-week appt one week early yesterday. Heard the heartbeat on the Doppler (160 BPM) and have only gained 2 pounds since getting pregnant. Yay for me.

We also are crazed to find out what we are having. Will it be a boy? A girl? A kitten? Come on, tell us already. So my doctor gave us a referral to the antenatal ultrasound department.

We moseyed downstairs to the second floor to a room full of pregnant women and realized this would be an appointment-making venture, not a gender-viewing venture. So our appointment for that is in almost two weeks, Aug. 26, when I will be one day shy of 15 weeks. We can always see more at the Level II ultrasound five weeks after that if The Blob refuses to reveal itself.

I also have the awesomest doctor EVER. We were chatting about work, and I told her how stressful it is about to become. A coworker is leaving and I am taking over the extremely difficult portion of her workload. This portion involves much gnashing of the teeth and wailing. It's bad.

It also involves a psycho-demanding person who wants everything done now now NOW. Even if it is 10 p.m. That becomes very difficult for me, the one who goes to bed at 9 p.m. I have spoken up in advance and said that I cannot work such insane hours and was met with skepticism.

So my awesome doctor said nope, not going to be good for the baby, and wrote me up a fabulous note saying I can only work for eight hours a day! Now granted, I work at home on the computer, but it's pretty stressful and I just don't think it's good for the baby. So I am holding the note in reserve until I get a lot of flack at night and then I shall bust it out.

So all in all, good appointment.