So, I have two doctors now. My regular OBGYN, Dr. Donato, and a high risk pregnancy specialist, Dr. B.K. (by the way, I haven’t actually seen his name spelled out yet, so I’m just assuming its an abbreviation for something awesome like Barthalemew Kaleidoscope). Please, oh please let that be his name!!

Anyway, Dr. B.K. has been out of town for the last several days, so I have only seen the nurse practitioners that work with him. He came to visit me this evening and his visit was intensely disappointing for two reasons. One, was that he is not as optimistic about me leaving the hospital before I have baby girl as Dr. Donato is, which I found really upsetting. And two, his appearance is much less hilarious than I was making it out to be in my head for the last 6 days.

Oh, Dr. B.K., I really respect your opinion, and I truly want to do what is best for baby girl Flynn. I do however think that hearing I might be staying in the hospital for another potential 5-6 weeks would be a much easier pill to swallow if you had looked like this though:

I’m sure they will come to some sort of agreement about what to do with me. Probably flip a coin or something…. possibly mud wrestle? I’m hoping that heads means home.

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