Another midwife appointment today. It felt good to atleast get out of the house. I am still collecting energy to go shopping later this week. When I was following the nurse to the room I saw two male county sheriffs sitting outside one of the rooms. The looked extremely uncomfortable being a ob/gyn office. I asked the nurse if they were escorting a prisoner and she said yes. She said, "Everyone deserves care." I agreed with her and had instant flashbacks of working in social services. How many young girl's hands did I hold during their first ob exams? I think it is a blur for a reason. Along with all the other countless hours I spent in hospital emergency rooms.
The good news is that I am still measuring on schedule and I gained another pound. I really need to focus on drinking even more fluids. My ultrasound apparently showed I am a little low in amniotic fluid. So even though it means having to pee more often (which is hard to imagine), I gotta do it for Peanut's sake. My glucose test came out great and my iron is on track. So I'll have to continue the supplements until delivery. And both my midwife and pharmacist commented that I look tired. Gee and this is a good day for me. Does this mean my glow is gone?