Doctor visit!

Today's doctor visit was once again rather uneventful. I'm measuring at about 33 weeks, which I still think is rather small for my 39 weeks (especially since the doctor told me that's about what I was measuring at last week), but I'm still not worried and am instead thrilled I can still move and bend over on occasion. 

The fun part was listening to the heartbeat. It thumped away until at one point it sped up. The doctor told me that meant Baby Girl was planning to move. And she did! We listened to her heartbeat go up and down in coordination with her movements for another minute or two, and I was complimented on Baby's strong heartbeat. Good.

And then we were done: I'm going back a week from Monday because next week is booked. If I make it to my next visit, I'll be overdue!

This visit began with an annoyance and a triumph. The triumph was that I handed in my kick count card and the nurse forgot to give me another one. Perfect.

The annoyance was that at my last visit, they forgot to give back my drug form. The drug form (I don't know its official name) is something you're supposed to remember to bring with you to every appointment so they can temporarily stick it in your chart. Considering the fact that a week ago I came all too close to mailing a letter with no address, return address or stamp, it's kind of a long shot to expect me to haul a drug form back and forth to the doctor's office. Nevertheless, I've done a great job of remembering--and last week they were the ones that screwed up.

I wouldn't be at all annoyed (see paragraph above about kick count forms) except for the fact that if you don't have your drug form, you have to fill out a new one. You're supposed to list all of the drugs and supplements you've taken for the last who-knows-how-long. And the start dates, stop dates, dosages and frequencies for each one. I've filled out at least 5 of these already, and I can guarantee they don't match. For one thing, I always spell Penicillin a different way (it's hard not to). For another, can you remember, offhand with a brain that's filled with fuzz rather than any real memory, when was the last time you took a prescription? Or Tylenol?

I choose not to remember very well (or sometimes my brain chooses for me). I always list the same four things, with whatever dates seem reasonable at the time, and I don't know if I've ever listed doses or frequencies, or Tylenol. If I weren't a healthy person, I would take it more seriously--the same philosophy that keeps me from feeling guilty about neglecting to religiously fill out kick count cards.

So when I checked in for my appointment and the slightly-brisk receptionist asked me for my drug form, I very politely asked her if she could check in my chart because they'd forgotten to give it back to me last time. I don't think she believed me (would you believe a pregnant woman who was blaming someone else for being forgetful?), but she did me the courtesy of opening my chart for half a second and slamming it shut. It "wasn't in there" so I was promptly given a clipboard with the dreaded empty form. I miss my old one.

I do wonder, though, if anyone there has ever heard of a copy machine. Or they could keep the original, since they seem to like these things so much. This is yet another good reason to have the baby soon: no more drug forms.