First OB Appointment. One to Remember.

My first OB Doctor's appointment was a week ago today. It was just as I expected - lots of poking, prodding, blood sampling and....urinating. Sorry for my crassness. But it's true. I have had to tinkle in more cups lately. Clear ones, pink ones, white ones - ugh. My favorite are the pink ones. My least favorite? The clear. Ew.

Enough tinkle talk.

I sat and chatted with my nurse for a while, and she gave me the run down on what's going to happen to my body and to Baby Lovie over the course of the next 8 months. She told me do's; she told me don't's. And she weighed me. That did not make me happy. Especially since they're scales HAVE to be about 15 pounds off. ;)

The nurse is just the sweetest lady. Turns out she grew up going to Church camp with Husby's dad! Small world, I tell ya.

On my way out, as I was near fainting from all the liquids that they drained from my body, my nurse gave me a sack full of prenatal vitamins. She wants me to sample them all so that I can get a feel for what works best for me.



Oh. My. Word. Must I have SO many options?! I was expecting two, maybe three options - not an entire sack full. Wow. No one on planet earth should have this many options for prenatal vitamins. Or for anything else for that matter. I thought to myself, "where do I even start?"

Guess how I decided?

Why - I chose the prettiest color, of course.



Pink! Aren't they so pretty? All pills should be pink.

Oh, wait. Maybe I like these better, because the package is cute:



Aw. I wonder if Baby Lovie really looks like that in my tummy? If they do an ultrasound and a little big-headed cartoon baby is waving at me, I might just have a heart attack and die. Especially if he's wearing a diaper.

And then my eyes wandered over to THIS package and I thought maybe IT was a better choice.



Decisions, decisions. After reading the ins and outs of each vitamin and reading all of the fine print, I decided I was done with this!





So I threw them on the floor and decided I would stick with the vitamins that my dad, the pharmacist, gave me. Father know best, after all!



After I got over the prenatal dilemma, I opened up my informational packet the Doc gave me.



And was instantly relieved to see this:



I won't!? You mean, this ENDS? Well that is certainly good to know. I'm glad someone cleared that up for me. I was starting to worry...

This packet was made to answer all kinds of questions about the journey-o-pregnancy/delivery.

It was also made to relieve and satisfy any doubts and fears of a first time expecting mother.

Guess what?

It. Scared. The. Liver. Out. Of. Me.

Especially when I read things like this:



The WHAT!? Ican'tdothis.Ican'tdothis.Ican'tdothis.Ican'tdothis.

And then I saw this:



AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

After I picked myself up off the floor, next to the vitamins that I had thrown there previously, I saw a glimmer of hope hidden between all the scary words that were jumping off the pages and attacking me.

And it was this: (the second word, guys - NOT the first!)



The angels sang and the heavens opened. I knew then and there that I can make it by the grace of my living God and my fabulous epidural. Praise God for the man who invented the epidural.

Okay, so I got through my first official OB appointment with only a few panic moments and entirely more vitamins than any human should need.

Maybe I CAN do this. As long as Baby Lovie remains a human (not a cartoon) and doesn't decide to descend his fetal head any time soon.