check-ups.

We've had two check-ups in the past week worth documenting. We finally went for P's two year check-up. Only three months late. He weighed 29 pounds and is 35 inches tall. Fiftieth percentile in weight and almost fiftieth percentile in height. Our pediatricians office doesn't like to give percentiles to the mamas unless there is a problem, so my guesses are based on this difficult-to-read line graph that they print for us at each check-up. He handled the visit very well, considering he usually screams bloody murder the entire time. I think the best thing we did this time is schedule his appointment with the prettiest doctor in the practice. He flirted with her the entire time and giggled when she touched his chest and back with the stethoscope. He had to get two shots, which this mama will never get used to. I think I cry as much as he does. He cried after the shots, but quickly pulled himself together after the nurse gave him an orange lollipop, his favorite. Later he said to me, "Mama, my polka dots hurt." I guess the round band-aids that the nurse put on the injection sites looked like polka dots to him. He has such a creative little mind.

The second check-up was my 25 week OB visit. Baby girl is doing great. My belly is measuring right on track. I had to drink that yucky orange concoction to test for gestational diabetes, which has to contain a full weeks worth of sugar. If I didn't have diabetes before the test, I surely do now. I've gained twelve pounds thus far, which is less than average. With P, I put most of my weight on at the end, so I'm expecting the same with this baby girl. She's kicking and turning somersaults now fairly regularly and I'm loving every minute. Even P got to feel one of her punches the other day. This pregnancy is going well so far. My only complaint is my pelvic pain, but pregnancy yoga and pilates has really helped with that. Only fourteen more weeks!