Thursday, August 30, 2007
None of the Pleasure, Double the Guilt
Yesterday, I had an appointment with one of my TWO doctors providing care during this pregnancy. My OB/Gyn referred me to Maternal Fetal Medicine because I am old. It's funny, I never thought 36 was old until I got pregnant...annywhoo...I was there for (yet) another targeted ultrasound, this time a detailed echocardiogram on the baby's heart. It was necessary because of "early exposure." To alcohol, that is. (Sigh. This mama guilt is really setting in early.) I didn't have the first inkling that I was pregnant until Iwas already 15 weeks along. Until that point, my dinners usually included wine and there was a VERY fun weeklong vacation in the Florida Keys. I'm no alcoholic, not by any stretch of the imagination. Still, when I saw the pink line in the window of the home pregnancy test, I shuddered with fear of fetal alcohol syndrome. I'm happy to report the doctors saw "no funny stuff" during the hour-long ultrasound, much to my relief. Just when I thought I was in the clear, ready to check out, pay my $25 and run straight home to frame the newest pictures (in 3D!) of my little one, the doctor sternly admonished me for having lost three pounds since my last visit (just one week prior.) I nearly threw my Gatorade at him, but I thought better of it since Gatorade is the only liquid I've been able to tolerate while suffering through a stomach bug this week. I guess the bright side is, I can eat that Chocolate Haagen-Dazs in my freezer AND even top it with my current craving for marshmallows.