Those were the words uttered by Mr. Q upon leaving the office of Dr. R.
We had our first appointment with Dr. R on Wednesday morning; our regular physician, Dr. W, doesn’t do pregnancy, birthing or any such nonsense, so we were foisted off on Dr. R. Dr. R resides in the same clinic as Dr. W and gets all the pregnant people.
While the speil Dr. R offered may have been a little rehearsed [really, this woman must’ve had to spout the same generic stuff a gabillion times], she completely exudes calm and trust. The fact that she kind of looks like the love child of a fairy god mother and a well-fed elf doesn’t hurt much either. She is completely adorable and motherly – but not in the “eat all your vegetables” way.
We have concluded that yes, though pregnant, I can continue imbibing small amount of coffee, I can have fish [including tuna] once a week, I can help paint [probably a good thing, in the end] and I can get my hair coloured. As I knew, I cannot have raw sushi. I also verified my suspicions that “there is no need” for additional vitamin supplements, although I was really hoping to be able to up my vitamin Bs. Exhaustion sucks.
I return to see her in another month and I believe Mr. Q will be coming, if work permits his attendance. Dr. R was tossing around vague threats of “maybe” being able to hear the heart beat at that time. As a result, I’m pretty sure Mr. Q will make sure that work permits his attendance.
For that, and so he can become more smitten with our new doc’s cuteness.