Where everyone tells Dave he's wrong.

We had our 24 week appointment last week.  Can I just say I LOVE my doctor.  He often takes my side without even know what side I'm on.  In the past month or so maybe even two...I've grown numb to the insanity...I have been getting BEATEN from the inside out.  Now...the only real issue I have with this is HELLO...I'm totally nauseous from jiggling all the time.  I'm thrilled that this child is so active and healthy and happy in there.  I've told Dave probably every day since late August that this kid is going to be a handful.  He keeps dismissing me, telling me that it's the second child and I'm just feeling things more because I'm more aware.  He says this child is going to be exactly like the bebes...he's going to be calm and mellow etc etc.  Except Dave doesn't knoooow.  This child's a wonderful crazy wack job of energy.  I'm totally excited and totally terrified for him to make his way in this world.  I'm going to be exhausted after the first few hours I'm certain.

So last week Dr T is trying to check the heartbeat like he always does and hes pushing on my stomach and not getting anywhere, and he pushes again, and then he switches positions and pushes harder which actually hurts but I WILL SURVIVE.  Finally he twists his hand practically backwards on my stomach pins the kids head down and squishes him to one side so he cant move in my stomach.  I think he must have wrestled in high school.  Now yes I was a little "stop squishing my baby" but mostly we got to hear a nice healthy heartbeat so that was good.  He turns to Dave and just says "You guys are going to have your hands full this child is crazy!" And that my friends is why I picked this guy.  We are on the same page...Same wavelength.  Tall, looks like a basketball player African-American doctor who makes TONS of money...and me...average hight pasty white girl who can't afford to eat nachos everyday...LIKE SHE DESPERATELY WANTS TO!  Same wavelength.  I'm sure you can see that?

So anyway as per usual Dave is wrong....of course...I mean seriously...and I...am probably right.  Will we actually know anything anytime soon? No.  Will I have to wait a solid 18 years for the data to come back on this little discussion?  Yes.  Am I patient? You betcha!

In other news I have a scheduled c-section date.  AND a scheduled pre-c-section-hair-eyebrows-pedicure-manicure date.  Lets just hope this little guy sticks around till he's supposed to not like the bebes and her two week earliness.  Not that it was actually her fault.  It was mine; but I'm all about blaming others for my shortcomings.