Check up on My Baby
24 Feb
Yesterday I had my first routine baby check up appointment which meant that I got to drive 40 minutes each way so that I could be robbed of some bodily fluids and sent back out the door 20 minutes later.
In case you lovely stalkers readers are curious, Cletus was a happy little fetus with a 140 per minute heartbeat and I was happy little mommy having only gain about 7 pounds so far. Of course, I blame at least 8 of those pounds on the Panera half sandwich I ate right before the appointment.
I also learned that I am “very NOT anemic” which apparently is good and is totally ironic since Mr. Bee has a huge problem with being anemic. Once again, our powers combined would create a normal (and kick-ass Jeopardy contestant) person.
The nurse and doctor didn’t make a huge deal about it, but I’m pretty sure my high iron levels means that I am a super hero. Obviously that means that my skeleton must be encased in iron like Wolverine. Surely, they wouldn’t want to alert me to the situation in case I am prone to leaning towards the villain side of things.
Which really, with all these pregnancy hormones, is highly likely.
I am also planning on blaming my newly discovered abnormality on my compulsive laziness. No wonder I’m tired all the time. Iron is heavy, yo.
But I promise to use my powers only for good. As long as I am provide a steady supply of Little Ceasar’s Crazy Bread, that is.
This prego’s got needs.
Song title: Check up on My Baby by Eddy Clearwater
“I also learned that I am “very NOT anemic” which apparently is good and is totally ironic since Mr. Bee has a huge problem with being anemic.”
This is a genius pun and, is itself, ironic.
Oh my goodness, I have been craving Crazy Bread like crazy, haha! And, I totally agree about how pointless the prenatal appts are. But, glad to hear it’s going well!
Glad to hear all is going well.
And I could *so* eat my weight in Crazy Bread. OMG.
Just an fyi. Wolverine’s skeleton is covered in adamantium (not lowly iron). You can read more here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adamantium_(comics)
Whenever I try to donate blood, more times than not, I get rejected because I have no/low iron. I try to act all disappointed, but I think my iron levels are aware that I hate giving blood and I’m only there because I can’t say no when the nurse calls and tells me they need my blood type desperately.
So the iron steps up, takes one for the team and I leave undrained.
…wait, what were we talking about?