I'm sorry if I'm falling into too much pregnancy talk. It really wasn't my intention, but it seems (fittingly) that it's a new obsession.
Anyway, I'm continuing to love my doc. I'm really hard on them, but she's doing great. I basically want to be left alone as much as humanly possible, and she seems fine with that.
I have huge babies. My smallest was 8 lbs., 4 oz., and my biggest was 10 lbs., 6 oz. The other two were each 9 lbs., 10 oz. The doc assured me yesterday that she wouldn't even think about doing a C-section on me unless she thought I was having a 15-pound baby.
I don't know how I've suddenly turned into the poster girl for health. My blood pressure is low; my sugar is great. I'm not in the slightest bit puffy, which usually starts happening when I'm pregnant. Right now, my belly's just a bit bigger, but most of my clothes still fit. It has to be the sugar-and-flour-free business. I'll take it.