Before I get into the appointment I want to tell you about how the big boy bed & bedroom is going. For the third night in a row Thing 1 is sleeping there. That first night he woke up but not since. He ends up napping in the crib because he gets out of bed to play, but gets mad at us and takes his comforter and everything over with him.

So yesterday both Thing 1 and I had a joint Doctor’s appointment. Thing 1 had his 2 year checkup and I had my 18 week checkup. For the most part Thing 1′s appointment went well. He’s still a little small on weight but his height is ok. Nothing to worry about anyway. We brought up our concerns about his speech (or lack thereof). He set up an appointment to have his hearing checked since his ears produce wax as fast as I produce pee. I’m glad we’re starting in a step to rule things out but I don’t think hearing is an issue. I know Thing 1 understands everything we do and say, we’re pretty sure that it’s plain old stubbornness. If “Inga” is working for everything why say more?

Now the next part is the reason I didn’t post this all after my appointment yesterday. I was way too outraged. I can’t say I’m much better today. Remember how a few weeks ago he cared so much that I was sick? Well that seems to have changed. I had a loooooooooong list of all of my concerns and each one was pretty much ignored. “You’re still sick? Ya, that happens with pregnancy” and that was the end of that subject. There were lots of other things too but the one that got me the most was IUGR…

By a feel test he confirmed that yes I am feeling small for dates. I ask if there is anyway he can call to get me in for an ultrasound sooner (which is next week because we called ahead, had we waited for him to give us the requisition it would have been well past the dates I needed to be). Nope, he basically says we’ll find out when we find out. I asked what will happen if this one is small. He pretty much said “shit happens, what are you going to do?” He also said about twenty billion times that I should just eat more. Ummmmmmm, between my stomach and my sickies that’s easier said than done. I do think I’m getting enough though. I pointed out other care treatments that other woman have had, and that we came this close to losing Thing 1 and how do we know we will be so lucky again. He pretty much said if that happens it happens, don’t worry about it. Neither Hubby or I had any idea what to say. Did this man just say who cares if we lose our child? I think we were both shocked. I got to the car and starting screaming!!!

I put in a call to my OB’s office and said I am no longer comfortable doing shared care with my family Doctor and I would really feel better if she either saw me exclusively are saw me soon to assess this one’s size. I have a funny feeling I’m stuck with the way things are though.