Doctors Galore

We scheduled your first doctor's appointment today...well, sort of. Apparently, you're supposed to go see your baby doctor, also known as an Obstetrician, at eight to nine weeks, and you'll be just about there by August the 20th, which is the appointment date. This is the first of many appointments to come; I think I'm supposed to go to one a month until your arrival, and let me tell you, I'm not looking forward to it. Doctors like to poke and prod and I hate needles. Luckily, your father will be with me every step of the way to calm my nerves. The nurse who made the appointment informed me to begin taking pre-natal vitamins and omega-3, but, luckily for her, and you, I've already been doing that. Your father and I need you to be as healthy and smart as possible so that you have a good head start at conquering the world. I'm going to ask SO many questions! I'm going to ask exactly how old you are, when we can expect you, how long I have to keep taking that HUGE omega-3 pill, and much, much more. I want to know everything I can about you and how to make you perfect, mommy's angel.

The doctor is going to give us a picture of my ultrasound and you should be about the size of a cherry in it. I have this super cool and original plan to present said picture to your grandparents in a gift box. They'll be so surprised. I know you grandmother, Nina, has been anticipating your arrival for a while, as your father and I have been married for almost three years. Your grandfather, Bill, LOVES children, so I know he's going to be over-the-moon for you. But, who wouldn't? My mom, Minnie, unfortunately past away last year, but she would have love you as well, and I hope she will look down on you and watch over you from her fluffy perch in Heaven. She had been hounding me for a grandchild since college! Can you believe that? What kind of priorities are those? But, that's just what happens when your children become adults and you begin to miss babies and children. If you're a girl, you will be named after both your grandmothers: Mina.

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