Earlier this week, we had my 24 week OB appointment. The whole family went. All is well. My measurements are right on, all other parameters look good, and the little man’s heart rate is in the low 130’s. Josiah is quiet about the events during the actual appointment, but he’s all about it when we are home. He’s been measuring me with his measuring tape ever since and keeps saying I’m “too big”. I agree! My OB did mention a nice leap in my weight, which always happens to me at this point.
Next up…glucose tolerance test…yuck! I’ve been trying to explain to Josiah why he can’t have my “juice”.
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