My Lady of the Lantern

Knee-Jerk Reactions. Mathematically Challenged. Feeling like a complete donkey. That would be me. I think it is a good time to go back to the old scale. As in the old scale of counting how many days I am in - into this pregnancy. As in undoing what I did yesterday, and going back to the previous count. I went for an anomaly scan yesterday, The doc (Dr. W) had an assistant par excellence ( she could count, you know ). Everything is in the right place, and growing the right way. Kaiser had a heart rate of 140 bpm and weighed 944 gms. Kaiser also privileged us a look at the face, because all other times that Dr. W tried, Kaiser was moving his/her hands in front of the face. And based on my LMP, I was 26w5d yesterday ( which the ticker duly told me ), but Kaiser measured 27 weeks 3 days on Dr. W's machine. I told Dr. W that just a day before I had met Dr. BS and she told me I was 28 weeks 3 (or 1?) days actually. He cleared his throat, and told me that machines are calibrated differe...

It is incredible really...in daily increments, I find a whole stack of nine months melting away. When this journey began, I thought nine months was just three months shy of an year, and a year is a long time period. Now that I am in my sixth month, I wonder where the time has gone. Of course, I see it in my blog...the milestones and appointments and reports, but still! This is not an original sentiment, but there is this saying that a moment lasts a lifetime, but a day passes quicker . Anyways, I met Dr. BS on Saturday afternoon. Kaiser was limb-dancing...all limbs out! He was curling and opening his hands, bending them at elbows. I still can't feel the 'fluttering'. Maybe I am still not sensitive enough, or the sensation is so minute that it fades away before I take cognizance of it. I am waiting for heavy-movements, when I can actually feel him/her doing a good warm-up inside. Kaiser measured 20w3d, had a galloping horse-heartbeat and the AFI was sufficient. I got my sec...

My mummy is here, I have gas, This is a stupid poem But that's what me has; Am meeting Dr. BS tomorrow, Craving a butt-smacking tetanus shot, and not even by a bow and arrow! I think you are still reading this: 'Why?', That's what I wonder, OK folks, I am walking off, Swimming to loony down under! ^WiseGuy^

Mum had been on my case (again)...for the past few days asking me to add curd to my daily diet. I being the free birdie, procrastinated. Sunday I sent an SOS : I suspected a fungal infection.... I have had it really. I would like the past fortnight to not repeat itself. Please! I am gearing up for tomorrow's appointment+ultrasound, and it better tell me 'improvement'. Grrrr... ^WiseGuy^ P.S. The infection has been taken care of already. Thank God for that.

I would like to really really really thank everyone who has commented on the past few posts of mine...especially beginning from the June 8th post. For those of you whose e-mail address comes associated with the comment to me, I did hit 'Reply'. However, there are quite a few of you (and several new bloggers for me), who don't have an associated mail id, and so I could not get back to you. But I hugely appreciate your cheering for me. I would also like to acknowledge that some of you who commented have had it very very rough yourself very recently, and yet you came out to chirp with me. I am humbled by that. -- Dr. BS has an assistant called Dr. M. This past week, every time I phoned up to possibly be able to meet Dr. BS, the receptionist would told me that I could just as well book myself for an appointment with Dr. M. The thing is I did not particularly like Dr. M. Anyways, after I was ladled with another 'She won't be available today' , I decided to call Dr. B...

...to tell you that I could not get the ultrasound yesterday. And I won't be getting it today either. Dr. BS is not well, and she won't come in... The receptionist at the hospital told me to call up tomorrow and enquire again. I don't want to go to the other doctor available. Waiting is one tough business. ^WiseGuy^