I had my 28-week pregnancy check-up today. Note: It is still. Raining. All the damn time. So our street? Is still flooded. But luckily my detour route was open, so it only took about 20 minutes longer to get to my doctor’s office than it should have. Grr.
Anyway, to sum up: Baby Girl’s heartbeat is perfect, everything seems to be going well, and I’ve gained a pound and a half in the past month. That brings the grand total up to 14 pounds. Again, I still don’t know how that’s possible because I feel enormous, but I’m not complaining. If I were underweight to begin with, there might be some concern that I’m not gaining enough. But since I was (ahem) nowhere near being underweight when I got pregnant, it’s fine. It just means it’ll be that much easier to lose the weight after the baby arrives, which I am quite honestly thrilled about. (Yes, I’m shallow. Don’t judge me.)
Oh, and remember how I said last month that I had found a lump in my right breast? I didn’t mention it to my doctor at my last appointment because I thought it had gone away. Well, apparently it didn’t go away, and now it’s a bit tender. So I asked her about it, and she poked around on my boob for a while to investigate. She said that it doesn’t seem like anything to worry about, it’s probably a milk duct or a lymph node. That was what I had originally thought, but it’s reassuring to hear it from a doctor.
This is the part where I learned something new: while she was checking out the lump in my breast, she said, “oh, and look, you’re already lactating.” Uh, what?? I looked down, and sure enough, there was… liquid. On my boob. Liquid that wasn’t there the minute before. I guess it was a result of all the poking around, but it was the first time I’d ever seen anything like that. So that was weird.
Although I must admit that I did enjoy telling Dave about it when I got home and watching him get all squicked out. Hee. Boys are so funny.