The new obstetrician is actually very nice, just like I remembered. The last time I had worked with him was about four or five years ago, and he is just as friendly as he was back then. He told me that I should get an ultrasound weekly for cervical length at Women's Hospital, and that in two weeks he will give me two doses of steroids for lung maturation, just in case. I agree with that plan, there does not seem to be any harm and definitely if Emma is born early it will help with lung maturation.
For the rest, I find it very depressing here and am fighting hard not to succumb to a negative mind set. It is dark grey and raining all the time. I am alone in the house and frequently have nothing to do. It is not my house, and although I have tried to organize my parents' house like I want it, and they have been flexible about it, overall it is darker than mine and I miss both the sunlight and the electrical light that I have in all the corners back home. I also miss my parrot terribly. And, most of all, I miss MrH, without whom I don't know how I would live to be honest.
I was feeling somewhat depressed about the fact that, at the doctor's office, I weighed 190 lb. I have never in my wildest dreams weighed this much. When I left my house I was 182 lb less than one week ago. It is possible that I ate too much here at my parents', since boredom makes me bake a lot, and I have been baking, but most likely there is a difference between scales. However, I am pretty sure that I put on weight, because I no longer fit into one of the maternity pants that I brought with me. My new obstetrician said that I don't need to measure my weight, not even at his office, where it is optional. He also said not to worry about the blood sugar. I am thinking I should simply try to do my best and eat responsibly (and perhaps stop baking?) and let the chips fall where they may.
Emma makes me very happy. This morning I woke up depressed about my weight, and she gave me one kick and reminded me that I am pregnant, and made me instantly smile and feel light and loving. I had forgotten that I was pregnant for a second.
I am not normally so depressed about weight issues, especially in pregnancy, but I know that it is the weather here that brings me down big time. I have forgotten what it is like to live in a dark rainy place. Hopefully the weather will improve.