Pastor Noah and the Obstetrician

I've been wanting to take Noah with me to the OB for a while now and today was the big day. I tried to get him excited about seeing/hearing his sister's heartbeats, and on the way to his preschool I even stopped and got him a special magazine and snack in the event that we had to wait.

Talk about anti-climactic.

Noah could have cared less. For one thing, the doppler was not used to listen for the heartbeats and I actually did have to talk to my doctor about some things (more about that later). So we moved into the ultrasound room to check on the status of the babies.

We send Noah to a Jewish preschool for a lot of reasons, many of which are more cultural than religious. That said, Noah picked this moment in time to start espousing his beliefs in God. I am literally laying on the table with my pants pulled down and Noah starts rambling about God. How God made him, and God makes everyone, and did the God make Dr. Carter and did God make Dr. Carter a doctor? It's was creepy weird. And did I mention that my OB is the son of Baptist minister with a Jewish wife? Holy inappropriateness was mommy mortified. We're very proud of our Jewish faith and work hard to impart it to our children, but religion is aslo something private to me. As in, not at the gyno's office.

Now for the results of the actual appointment. My blood pressure was (surprise!) high. 150/94. Dr. Carter looked at me feet (not too swollen today) and my hands (I can't wear my wedding ring) and said that they looked pretty good. I'm also not seeing stars, nauseous, or having headaches which is also a good sign. He also acknowledged that my blood pressure is lower when I have the non-stress tests. At that point he said that he would monitor my blood pressure for another 1-2 weeks and if it continues to be high we'll start talking about delivery. Frankly, I am so big and so hot right now that I don't care.

So I left the office, dropped Noah off with my dad, and then headed over the to hospital for the non-stress test. I laid on the bed, got all hooked up to the monitors with my buddy Nurse Heather took my blood pressure. Picture perfect at 123/64.

About two minutes later someone comes to the door and all I hear is "Carter." When Heather came back I asked her, half jokingly, if Dr. Carter was checking up on me and my blood pressure. She said yes. I then asked her if he was shocked when he heard how low it was and she replied, "actually, he was." I would have given ANYTHING to see the look on his face. I like my OB a lot, but I also like proving people wrong too. The consensus seems to be that my blood pressure is higher when I come to the office because I am usually rushing there from somewhere else. Haven't I been saying that for months?

But I also have to say, I am flattered in a way that my doctor DID call and check up on me. This pregnancy is a big deal for us and our family. The day the babies are born will rank up there with our wedding day and Noah's birth. But the reality is that my OB sees this stuff every day. Another day, another pregnant chick, another delivery. I'm also not the only twin mom on his caseload right now, just the closest to delivery. This pregnancy is the center of our lives right now but it's not the center of his. And the fact that he called to check up on me, even though I joke about, made me feel like this pregnancy is just as important to him as it is to me.

Doesn't change the fact that my son was preaching today like Billy Graham at a tent revival in the ultrasound room.