Hhmmm...

Here are some of the comments I have gotten over the past few days:

- Boy, you're getting big
- Are you sure your not having twins?
- I thought you said you were due in September
- I didn't realize you were getting so big in profile
- It looks like you are about ready to burst
- Your bigger than all the other pregnant women (They were in the hospital for their prenatal class and I had a hard time convincing the cafeteria lady that I was working there, even though I was wearing an ID badge)

But my favorite came today:

- Are you sure you are going to make it through tonight?

12 more weeks to go.

No Place Like Home

I usually think that, were I to win a couple million dollars, I would stay in school. I really enjoy what I do and I want to leave my time on this earth having contributed something. I don't think being a physician is a higher calling or anything, but I do think it will give me opportunities to make a really differences in people's lives.

But if you had given me the option of staying at home and only worrying about the people and concerns within those 4 walls, I would have ditched every higher ambition and be happy for it.

Adventures in Gestating

25.5 weeks

I have started to wonder if people are treating me differently as a med student because of my expanding abdomen. Being new to clerkship, I don't know what it is like to be on these rotations without a fetus brewing, so I really can't really judge. But I think it is coming up in more ways than I expected.

In some ways I am think I am pretty fortunate. The nurses seem to be nicer to me. And, while I am in pediatrics, I seem to have a pretty easy time getting a history from some of the mom's. There is that "you're a mom, you know where I am coming from" feeling of sorority. Especially the new moms that are freaked out and worried about their kid but also freaked out and worried that they are freaked out and worried about nothing and wasting your time and you are going to think they are neurotic fools. Or maybe I am projecting a bit.

But there is also the other side. I am not sure if I am getting all the work or opportunities that I might if I wasn't lugging around an extra 30lbs. Are people "going easy on me" at the expense of my education and reducing my chances to make a good impression? To compensate I have become much more of a brown nosing pain in the ass than I would normally be inclined. You know the type - following around the resident and the attending like a bad stench and jumping on any possible case.

I was pretty happy to get out of my teaching half-day early today. Maybe I am back to my old self. :)