When I was pregnant with Norah, I got kinda annoyed with dr. check-ups at this point: they take about 5 minutes (weight, pee in a cup, blood pressure, measure belly, listen to baby's heart beat, on your way), and I got annoyed that the drive there and the wait time took way longer than the actual appointment.
But, on a day like today when Jerry stayed home with Norah and I went to the dr. alone, I actually relished the wait time. I took my Nook along and enjoyed the glory of time to myself spent reading. Dr. is stuck at the hospital with an emergency c-section? Okey-dokey! No one is going "Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama," so I'm cool waiting.
Everything checked out fine: blood pressure is good (110/60), weight gain is good (I've gained 17 lbs so far), urine apparently checked out fine, I'm measuring on track, and the baby's HR sounded great. End of appointment! Plus, I got to read about 30 pages in my book -- bonus!
Next week, I have to go to the lab for the yucky glucose test, but the upside to drinking that super-sugary drink on an empty stomach is that I have to sit in the office there for an hour -- I can barely fathom the alone time! Awesome. Too bad they don't have super-comfy beds to lay down on in the waiting room because that's the only way it could be better: sleepy time!