Yesterday's prenatal told us....
Baby is measuring 12 weeks 5 days - Right on schedule.
Down another 2 pounds, 16 total - Doctor is still mad (like it's my fault, or something).
Hemotologist won't see me until my white cells are at 25,000 - boooo evil hemotologist.
Blood Pressure was 105/70 - Rock :)
Still don't quite have the hang of peeing in a cup, but we won't go there.
We couldn't hear the heartbeat because the baby was too low, so they did an ultrasound, which everyone in the room got to see but me, because the tech's big fat head was in the way. I didn't even get a picture.
Yeah, I cried the entire way home about that.
I survived the 1 hour glucose test, which, by the way, is the most god awful test ever. "Here, Casey, I know you puked all morning, but drink 50 oz. of this nasty syrup and don't vomit or drink anything else for an hour, and then we'll dig your veins out of your arm with a rusty shovel. Won't that be nice?" bllleeeeecccchhhh.
That's about it. They took more blood, so we'll know about the white cells by the end of the week.