First off, the living room area is finally painted! 
Here you can see (if you can on a computer) the lovely green we chose. Special thanks to the kind writer of We Are What We Repeatedly Do. Now we just have to finish painting the dining area... and the hallway... and the extra (baby's?) room.... sigh.
Secondly, I had my first physical exam today. My girls are up a full cup size (and they ain't tiny to begin with) and my gut is bloated. In fact, dear Jen & Elizabeth advised me on a shopping trip (at which we had the best sandwiches ever made for her birthday) on buying new bras that are heaven. She also oohed with me over the cutest little maternity sundress ever that I shall wear on my upcoming cruise. But back to the appointment, the cervix seems happy. And I have gained 4 pounds. My beloved doctor told me we would listen for the heartbeat at the next appointment and that we should definitely hear it since I am "skinny." Then, in the next breath he said that I should try hard not to gain any more weight in the next 4 weeks, and at most, I can only gain 2 more pounds. He said that I am "starting at a really good point weight wise, so that helps," but that "gestational diabetes is a concern with pcos, and I've gained a bit much already. Seriously, if I didn't love this man so much, I probably would have cried. I know it seems a bit over the top, but I had been completely ok with my shape and weight gain before this. Now I feel like a cow. It feels like my pants aren't fitting because I'm a glutton. It's a good thing that more and more foods are coming back into the "safe to eat" category, because apparently I'm going to need to watch it more closely. Can anyone share stories of weight gains in the first trimester? I just don't want to feel like I'm the freak here.
The rest of the day was quite interesting. Shall we?
Vignette #1
After my exam, I headed over for some blood letting. Per my usual, I settled into a corner one seat away from the person closest to me. It seems to be the code in that waiting room, and I don't like to share leg space. Shortly after I made myself comfortable, two young women walked in. One of them was quite obviously pregnant. They were giggling and talking in that loud non-whisper and looked (and acted) about 12. Of course they chose to sit in the chairs situated at an "L" to mine directly beside me so that I had to lean my body away to avoid physical contact. Then they continued their animated whispering. (If you want to be so secret - move farther away!) I felt myself growing very annoyed with them and their attitude almost as if I were still waiting for this pregnancy. They were talking in what seemed to me to be a very naive way about the whole business. But them, my inner comments turned to chastisement as I tried to rein in those negative feelings. After all, what harm did they ever do me? And she deserved to be very happy about her coming baby.
Just as I decided that, they started discussing one of their "friends," who was "paranoid" about her chances at pregnancy and who had had "all her STD testing done already before even starting." Their tone was so scathing, it rankled me all over again. I was wishing I had brought headphones by this point. Then they said it.... "Yeah.. like I'm sure she thinks she's gonna be infertile or something." "Aaarrrgghh!!!!!!" went the angry infertile in my head as I concentrated harder on my DS. My best guess is that this poor girl already KNOWS she has problems and is going through testing because of that. Even if not, does she really deserve to be talked about in such a scathing stage whisper with strangers around? I no longer felt guilty about my annoyance.
Vignette #2
I am mercifully called in for blood letting shortly after the giggling girls have had their fun. Once again, I get the phlebotamist who is 4 months pregnant and seems to think this entitles her to offering me lots of unsolicited advice. I have not seen this woman for the 3 and a half years of very routine appointments with this office. Yet she says she's been there the whole time. Now I suddenly see her for almost every visit? How is this possible? She's the one who offered up how long she had been trying and pshawed when she asked me how long I had been so we could enter the pain olympics. (She seemed disappointed when I didn't play.)
Today her question seemed simple. "How are you feeling?" As my stomach was rumbling painfully by this point (like it does every 2 hours) I said, "Hungry all the time. Nauseous a lot." She gave me a classic cartoon double take. "HUNGRY? All the time?? How far along ARE you?" I responded that I was 9 weeks, and she said, "NINE WEEKS? So hungry at 9 weeks? What are you doing in there?" Taken aback, I replied, "Very busy growing a baby." She huffed at me, "I don't know why you so hungry at only 9 weeks! Are you sure it's only one?" I just stared. What a nice way to round up feeling like a cow for gaining 4 pounds. Lovely. Now I'm an overeating cow. To add insult to injury, she carelessly rolled my vein to the side while taking the multiple vials so she could rest her wrist. It did not feel good.
