Tomorrow is my first doctor's appointment since our 20 week sonogram and the phone call about cysts and d.s.
It's FINALLY here. It seemed to take forever, but I've got my questions ready.
Funny story: At the grocery yesterday, the cashier and bag person both asked how far along I was. I said 24 weeks, and the cashier said, "Oh, so just over two months along." I fumbled with the keypad trying to follow instructions, but a part of me heard her and wondered where she came up with that. Of course, then I was trying to finish up paying, while doing simple division...24 divided by roughly 4 should be 6 months. The bag person then said, "Oh, she's more like 3 months along...I was doing 12 months instead of 9 months for pregnancy." I just smiled, said 'thank you' for their help, grabbed my bag and left. I obviously wasn't much help...I get all frazzled doing the simplest math in public, under pressure. I forget that unless you're pregnant, people don't know what the hell the weeks mean. Now that I'm showing enough, I need to remember how many months, to avoid future math debacles.