Iatrophobia - 16 Weeks
So I bought a blood pressure monitor to check myself at home and thus far I think I've been stressing about my blood pressure for no reason. The last few days it has been around 115/79, so armed with that info, I'm going back to the doctor and saying "See, it is you!". So what this means that instead of having a scary physical condition, I have some kind of weird psychological problem. Hmmm, don't know which I'd prefer.
Turns out I can label my problem. Iatrophobia is the fear of doctors and/or doctor visits, or I could have Lockiophobia, the fear of childbirth, or maybe Nosocomephobia, the fear of hospitals. It could be worse, I could have Xanthophobia, the fear of the color yellow or the world yellow.
It snowed on Tuesday this week, which was also the day I had a presentation for a class, and so I was wearing heels - which, by the way, is advised against during the entire duration of pregnancy - it made for a very interesting walk home. There's a walkway that goes down toward the hospital from the science library (those of you familiar with the campus might know what I'm talking about), that had turned into a bobsled track that day. Then, when I was walking past the Stephenson Complex dorms, I saw that a car had ended up on the stairs going down there, hanging off the ledge. I wouldn't have wanted to be that driver. Luckily I got studed tires on Wendsday, so I feel pretty good now.
The funny and pretty cute thing (to me at least) about all this is that all this has brought out Ian's protective side. On Tuesday, Emily and I went outside to go sledding - and we weren't out there more than an hour - and Ian had tried to call, aparently a few times. The phone was ringing as Emily and I were coming in the door, and It was Ian, thinking I fell on my way home or crashed the car.
In other news, I feel like I'm not as tired anymore, though I still passed out this afternoon while watching a movie. I'm also feeling a lot more hungry lately, and I'm enjoying food a lot. This morning Ian and I had a date at the European Waffle House, which serves the best breakfast in town (mmmm, fresh squeezed orange juice), and not only did I eat an entire plate of goulash (which is potatoes, onions, eggs, cheese, pepers, sasuage, and ham), I also ate a huge cinamon roll, dripping with cream cheese frosting. I ate more than Ian, but I figured most of it was pretty good for me - protein, dairy, veggies, potatoes, fruit - the cinamon roll was just one of those "indulgences" all the books say you should allow yourself. Though they usually call a yogurt smoothie an indulgence, but hey, let's be realistic. How many pregnant women out there are justifying a pint of Ben and Jerry's with the "Indulgence" clause?
Turns out I can label my problem. Iatrophobia is the fear of doctors and/or doctor visits, or I could have Lockiophobia, the fear of childbirth, or maybe Nosocomephobia, the fear of hospitals. It could be worse, I could have Xanthophobia, the fear of the color yellow or the world yellow.
It snowed on Tuesday this week, which was also the day I had a presentation for a class, and so I was wearing heels - which, by the way, is advised against during the entire duration of pregnancy - it made for a very interesting walk home. There's a walkway that goes down toward the hospital from the science library (those of you familiar with the campus might know what I'm talking about), that had turned into a bobsled track that day. Then, when I was walking past the Stephenson Complex dorms, I saw that a car had ended up on the stairs going down there, hanging off the ledge. I wouldn't have wanted to be that driver. Luckily I got studed tires on Wendsday, so I feel pretty good now.
The funny and pretty cute thing (to me at least) about all this is that all this has brought out Ian's protective side. On Tuesday, Emily and I went outside to go sledding - and we weren't out there more than an hour - and Ian had tried to call, aparently a few times. The phone was ringing as Emily and I were coming in the door, and It was Ian, thinking I fell on my way home or crashed the car.
In other news, I feel like I'm not as tired anymore, though I still passed out this afternoon while watching a movie. I'm also feeling a lot more hungry lately, and I'm enjoying food a lot. This morning Ian and I had a date at the European Waffle House, which serves the best breakfast in town (mmmm, fresh squeezed orange juice), and not only did I eat an entire plate of goulash (which is potatoes, onions, eggs, cheese, pepers, sasuage, and ham), I also ate a huge cinamon roll, dripping with cream cheese frosting. I ate more than Ian, but I figured most of it was pretty good for me - protein, dairy, veggies, potatoes, fruit - the cinamon roll was just one of those "indulgences" all the books say you should allow yourself. Though they usually call a yogurt smoothie an indulgence, but hey, let's be realistic. How many pregnant women out there are justifying a pint of Ben and Jerry's with the "Indulgence" clause?
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