We went to the doc’s this morning for a regular check up and to see the little fella. It has been 3 weeks since we were last there, so there were a few questions on the burner…Because we know what he is like, we - or rather the Lassie - shortened it down to two questions:

1. What is the pain in her chest?

2. What is the pain in her womb?

The first question we surprisingly got an answer to, although it was no answer we were looking for. He didn’t really know what it could be and short of an X-ray and going to see a lung/chest doc, there is nothing more he can say. So cause of the X-ray and the lack of anything we can do about it during the pregnancy, we should just ignore it…I would rather see another doc about that first, but I get his point about the X-rays.

The second question was not answered at all…In fact, it was ignored.

Lassie: ‘So I have been getting these severe pains in my womb, what could they be?’

Doc: ‘Hmmm yeah, go behind the curtain and I will examine you.’

No freaking help at all…But ok, maybe he’s checking something and will explain. Without getting too descriptive, he checked if the birthing canal was closed, which it was, so there are no signs of premature baby fella. Then he checked to see the baby.

We had to ask if the baby was in the correct position now and also ask how big our baby is. Now comes the moment I want to push the doc to the ground and beat him into the carpet.

Upon asking how big our baby is, he frowns and replies:

‘You really think you need to know everything, don’t you?’

You know what, we don’t want to know everything…When we try for another child, we won’t even bother going in to see the doc until the Lassie gets contractions…I mean, why bother? We obviously don’t need to know everything, do we?

Can I trade knowledge? Instead of knowing my baby’s weight and size, can I get to know the meaning of life, the winning lottery numbers or what they do with their toilet business up in space? I mean, why would our baby be so freaking important to us!

Breathe…must…breathe…

He told us our fellas stats (43 cm/17 in, 1900 g/4.2 lbs) and *puff* was gone in a cloud of smoke. If David Blaine had those kind of skills, maybe he really could do some magic.

We would like to take a moment to thank you all for helping us out with your advice or just well wishes…It means so very much to us both! An extra special turbocuddle for the sweet Twix for her invaluable mommy advice and of course the highly appreciated offer to wring the weirdo doc’s neck.