28 Weeks & Husband of the Day

This morning, I had my 28 week appointment with the doctor. All my appointments so far have been pretty uneventful, very quick, in and out type of things. Besides being a little uncomfortable (which I imagine is to be expected), I really haven't had any questions or issues.

Today's results? Weight gain of 5 pounds (total gain of 16 over the pregnancy), urine is good, blood pressure is good, and Turtle's heart rate is good. Fantastic.

Then the doctor comes in. I have a group, so I meet with several different doctors over the course of the pregnancy. This one is new. He comes in, measures me and tells me "Wow. He's growing really fast. He's measuring two weeks ahead. We're really going to have to keep an eye on that." Ack! Needless to say, I'm a little freaked out. I was prepared for my May 18/19 due date. Anything sooner is definite cause for panic.

Of course everyone keeps saying that big, active babies are healthy babies, so there's no reason to fear. I will keep that in mind.

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Now let me take you back a few nights. We were watching TV and an Arby's commercial came on. For chocolate turnovers. Of course, I turned directly to Hubby, my best "Please get me..." face solidly in place.

I've been good about cravings, really. I've wanted things (pop tarts, brownies, cupcakes and assorted sweets) but we haven't had a moment where I wake up at 2am and grab Hubby and say "Ohmygod, if i don't get xxx STAT, there will be hell to pay."

The following conversation ensued:
Me: Those look really good.
Hubby: What about the pop tarts I just picked up?
Me: Pop tarts aren't chocolate turnovers
Hubby: What about the Girl Scout cookies we have?
Me; Those aren't chocolate turnovers either.
Hubby (after a moment of thought): You don't even LIKE Arby's.
Me: They never had chocolate turnovers before.

He didn't rush for the door; we went on with our day.

This afternoon, I took a shower, and came downstairs with Molly to find that Hubby, Oscar & Bentley were gone. How nice, thought I. He took them for a nice, long walk. I proceeded to get involved in an AIM convo with a pregnant friend. After about 10 minutes of chit chat, I think that it's really been a while since they've been gone. After 20 minutes, I point out to my friend that there's no way Oscar can walk that long. And I hear a car in the driveway.

I type "You don't think he took the dogs to go get chocolate turnovers, do you?"

As Hubby walks in the door, with two pugs and an Arby's bag.

Husband of the Day, hands down.