I had a prenatal appointment yesterday. I get to go every four weeks now (ALREADY) and I had to take Owen with me. I'm always armed with sticker books, jelly beans and special toys in order to make sure that he'll sit nicely during the appointment. They're super quick appointments, so it's not a huge issue, but I just don't need him climbing all over and touching everything for the 10 minutes we're in the room.
When the nurse puts us in the room and leaves, Owen and I have have the following repetitive conversation for the next five minutes:
Owen: Where'd the lady go?
Me: To get the doctor.
Owen: Where's the doctor?
Me: Talking to someone else.
and repeat that, verbatim, over and over again until the doctor finally comes in the room.
I have to lift my shirt up for the doctor to listen for the heartbeat. We told Owen that he could hear baby brother moving in my belly. He listened intently and as soon as the doctor was done, he quickly starting tugging at my shirt and said "Put your shirt down mom-mom!" with a horrified look! The doctor was cracking up! She laughed and said "Yeah, show some modesty you hussy!" Which I thought was hysterical!
The baby was crazy active during the appointment, you could SEE the kid moving around. So all looks good, baby brother is right on target to arrive mid-October!
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