December 19, 2005

Only six days until Christmas! I just LOVE this time of year and now that Devin has a vague understanding of Santa Claus and that presents will be left under the tree for him on Christmas morning, the season has taken on a whole new meaning. It's so fun to see the excitement on his face as he approaches the fireplace, peers up the chimney and yells, "Santa! Are you coming?"

The only damper that has been put on this wonderful holiday is morning sickness. What idiot came up with that name, anyway? Obviously, it was a man. There is nothing morning about morning sickness. It lasts all day! I'm still trotting off to drive the porcelain Porsche at 10:00 at night. It's way worse this time around -- I only hurled a few times with Devin, but am prone to puking a half dozen times each day. My abs are getting really tight...

Todd and I have decided to switch doctors. ZZ, mother of twins, urged me to call the doctor who delivered Brendan and Kaelin because she felt like she got very good care from Dr. Harden during her pregnancy. Dr. Harden has a lot of experience in multiple births and has a lot of connections with specialists around San Antonio. Also, when Dr. Harden delivers babies at Methodist Hospital which has a Level 3 Neo-natal ICU (NICU). Apparently, it's one of the best in the state.

So we mulled over the idea of switching doctors for awhile. My doctor, Victor Casiano, has been with me for four years. He delivered Devin, did my laparascopic surgery and is very, very near to our home. It was hard to decide on making the switch.

Until Friday, December 16.

I went in for my 3:45 appointment. I was left sitting in the waiting room for about 35 minutes when I was finally called back. My weight was taken (I actually lost weight, but apparently, this is no big deal) and then I was stuck in another waiting room for ten minutes. Then to the exam room where I waited another 20. If you're doing the math, it's now 4:50.

Dr. Casiano finally comes in and says, "Well, you're 9.5 weeks which means it's too early to hear a heartbeat. Do you have any questions? If not, you're free to leave if you're ready. How are you feeling?"

I told him I was fine, despite the typical morning sickness, but that I was pretty floored by the news.

"What news?"

"The news that it's twins."

"You're having twins???" He flips open my chart and says, "Well look at that -- you sure are. Congratulations. We'll have to monitor you a little more closely."

Does anyone else see a problem with this picture? Why did I have to tell my doctor that I'm having twins? And what's with this, "We'll have to monitor you a little more closely..." When Z was pregnant with twins she was monitored like she was the Queen of the World! Sonograms every week to make sure she wasn't dilating, blood work, checkups -- the works!

So, it was decided then and there -- I am switching to Dr. Harden where I feel like I will be more than just another patient who is bothering the doctor for his/her time.

So there.

Six more days... Six more days...

Keep Christ in Christmas.