In the words of my Doctor

I had a very hard time finding an OB this time around. I finally settled on a doctor that specialized in high risk pregnancies..... but since I have been blessed with a great pregnancy it was mostly because he was close to my house and I knew the visits would be short and sweet....none of the waiting an hour and half with a busy toddler sort of business...

You shouldn't categorize people....but if I did categorize my doctor he would be in the super nice but super odd category.....He is constantly saying pre-planned jokes (I am confident I am not the first patient that he showed a sonogram photo of the babies brain and said "now you will have proof when she is 16!" too) His lack of smiling and monotone voice makes it hard to know when he is in fact telling a joke....:) There has been one to many times of me giving him a good what I think to be a "sympathy laugh" and him returning the favor with a puzzled expression....I guess he wasn't trying to be humorous....he really does think I would benefit from getting more exercise....

At my 32 week visit he asked me to lay down and began to measure my little lady. As I laid there I thought of all the questions I had mentally compiled and was itching to be answered.

Doctor: "How old is your son?"

Me: "Almost two!" I say in a can you believe how big is is getting tone of voice.

Doctor: "Do you want to know how he is going to feel when you bring this new baby home?"

Me: Thinking not really but answer with a hesitant "Sure!"

Doctor: insert monotone voice "Picture your husband coming home from work and saying Honey, I am bringing on a new wife! She is younger and cuter than you and I want you to make her feel at home. We are going to be one big happy family!!...... How does that make you feel?"

Me: " umm... worse than I already did!"Dumbfounded and suddenly not able to remember any of the questions I so desperately wanted answered just moments before....

Doctor: "Don't worry to much about it! Your baby has a 100% survival rate if she was born today so there isn't anything you can do!" Then he proceeds to make friendly small talk.

What the heck!!

Fast forward to The Husband getting home that evening....and me questioning him on how old is new fictional wife would be...and what did the doctor mean by "younger and cuter??" Did he not see my cute little chipmunk cheeks...HA. The Husband said I was reading too much into that little scenario...annnnnd she would probably be 21...haha...shallow

I am confident that Jett having a little sister will be an adjustment but the night before last as I watched him spoon feed his sisters little penguin all the things on his dinner plate he didn't care for.... A reassuring feeling washed over me and I knew that everything would be okay....and we would in fact be "one big happy family!"