Even if I am most likely being a big ol' hormonal mess. I told him about Dr.Nyar, and he laughed and laughed and told me he was so impressed that someone had finally stood up to him! His resident said she would've loved to be fly on the wall for that one. I guess the guy has a rep among his fellow Docs? Snicker. I feel better knowing it isn't just me who thinks he is an arrogant ass, but in reality, it's everyone.
Anyway, he told me not to worry and we'd just continue on doing what we're doing and if I want to go see Dr.Placenta fine, and if not, don't worry. He did feel embarassed about the techs missing the two fibroids, but he whipped out the US machine and said that it hopefully won't cause an issue with delivery because they are both pretty high and won't block the cervix.
I got the chance to ask a few more questions because Mr.Cotta wasn't with me. He had a conference call and was on call just in case I needed him, but I really needed a little space. My OB was surprised I wasn't with him. Heck, I think he was relieved! Apparently Mr.Cotta's joking and acting like he doesn't care to cover his stress has been slightly obvious to them, *cough*, *cough*, in fact, completely obvious. Poor man. Oh well, at least I know he really does care and is worried. I logically know he is, but ohh, so hard sometimes to figure out. Men really are from Mars.
Good news is that I just might get to be induced at 38 weeks! Weeeeeeee! Anything to avoid wondering if my placenta has aged and died and and taken the baby. I swear, I'll be more worried in that last home stretch than I was earlier, because really, the closer I get to a live baby, the more I start to count on this working out. I can't help it, I'm trying not to, but I am starting to think ahead. Daydream, picture myself buying stuff, walking with a stroller....snuggling with the baby in my bed.
I-yi-yi, maybe I shouldn't, but at the Friday US, I couldn't help it. I took forever to get a picture of the cord, because Dinkypie was playing with the umbilical cord and pulling on it and I saw 4 little fingers and a thumb curled around it, and I swear, I started to notice----his personality.
He has one already, cute little troublesome bugger. Oh, now he just HAS to make it out alive.
He has to.
He has to.