I forgot how annoying non-final-weeks/"things are going fine" prenatal appointments can be. My doctor (who again, I love, she's awesome... just busy...), spent literally 45 seconds with me before she said, "See you in three weeks!" and headed for the the door. I had to practically grab her by the coat to get her stop so I could get out, "I throw up three times a day!! Just thought you should know!!" She did stop to write that in my chart, asked if I'd tried Tums (?!?! seriously?!?!) and eating small meals. (duh) She did tell me I could try some over the counter glucose something or other but that since I had this last time and nothing helped, I'm pretty much stuck this time too. Huzzah!

In other news... let's see. Blood pressure perfect. Tummy measuring 30 weeks. No real weight gain (shocker). Passed the glucose test with flying colors. And yes, the baby is still sideways. This is apparently of no consequence since she was all Hakuna Matata on me, "Yep, that's the head, and that's the bottom, you're 29 weeks, plenty of time to move..." and went on her merry way. She also remarked that yes, this baby will probably be about a pound bigger than Ben was... yada yada... normal.. yada yada... to expect somewhere in the 7-pounds 12-15 ounce range. My girlie bits are already cringing just thinking about that.

Next appointment in three weeks, then every two weeks! Wahoo!