Well...I went to the Doctor today. Here is the gist of the appointment I waited an hour for:
Have you had any problems?
No.
And contractions/bleeding?
No.
Do you have any questions?
Were the results of my ultrasound okay?
Yes.
Were the results of my tests okay?
Yes.
Am I bigger than I should be?
Don't gain much more weight.
*measured my uterus and listend to heart beat for 30 seconds*
Stop by the lab for your gluclose test. *end of thought*
*couple seconds delay* Doesn't that take like an hour or something?
Yes.
Thanks, goodbye.
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The entire thing lasted like ten minutes. I was telling Chris beforehand that I was pretty sure, like the last appointment, it was going to be a monumental waste of time. He said no, and pointed to the board of things we were supposed to talk about this week: infant feeding options, pre-term labor signs, movement counts, upcoming gluclose test, etc, etc.
...I had to force him to tell me about very important things...like the testing I had done...and Zach's measurements...
I guess he doesn't realize he is the only authorative source (at least medically, not on being a mom!) I have to get information from? Doesn't he think it is important to go over things? I've been pregnant...never...and...you know...I'm not a doctor...so...that's where he comes in!!!!
Whatever. Military medicine...you get what you pay for.