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So I recently switched OB-GYN providers to a practice that will be a little closer to where we (hopefully) will be living prior to Ni-Sprog being born. The practice also offers delivery at an Alternative Birthing Center, which is fabulous and I'm hoping to deliver there.
They only have one male OB, which coincidentally is the only one I've worked with so far, and he seems pretty nice and is working hard for me to be able to deliver at the ABC even given my alleged clotting disorders. However, yesterday, he was doing the fetal heart tones and after taking the reading himself for a few minutes he showed me the readout of the monitor and said "That's your baby, sweetheart" and looked vaguely disappointed when all I did was smile a little.
No shit, Sherlock. I'm quite aware that's my baby. I'm sorry my enthusiasm level for hearing her heartbeat was underwhelming for you, but this is not my first kid. She was just kicking me in the ribs not two minutes ago. I know she's fine.
And don't call me sweetheart. You are not my father.
They only have one male OB, which coincidentally is the only one I've worked with so far, and he seems pretty nice and is working hard for me to be able to deliver at the ABC even given my alleged clotting disorders. However, yesterday, he was doing the fetal heart tones and after taking the reading himself for a few minutes he showed me the readout of the monitor and said "That's your baby, sweetheart" and looked vaguely disappointed when all I did was smile a little.
No shit, Sherlock. I'm quite aware that's my baby. I'm sorry my enthusiasm level for hearing her heartbeat was underwhelming for you, but this is not my first kid. She was just kicking me in the ribs not two minutes ago. I know she's fine.
And don't call me sweetheart. You are not my father.
