My baby is a movah-and-a-shakah. I told my doctor she’s insane when we ultrasound her, and she laughed (my doctor is entirely NOT sarcastic — I am sure you could imagine with glee what our appointments are like, since my sarcasm rises exponentially to the size of my stomach). But then on went the gel and the transducer and wow… she is insane. This makes for some annoying times, I will admit. I have no idea what she’s doing but it bugs. But then it doesn’t bug. I’ve been the one on the other side of a transducer of a baby who’s not moving at all. At. All. I don’t want that baby, so move little one — just move a little more considerately, please.
Will it make me a nicer nurse? Most likely not. I remain that pregnancy is a condition you both got yourself into, and you have to live with. I do feel sorry for many of my patients, but I also remember that the real “fun” starts once it’s out. I try and remind myself of that part. It puts myself in check.
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