My cell phone rang at around noon today.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hello?" the person on the other end said.
"Hello, I am wanting to speak with Mrs. Nancy."
"This is she."
"This is Degla Medical Center. You have appointment today at 1 PM. I just want to remember you."
I am flattered that they just wanted to remember me. It's always nice to be remembered. And I know I sound just like that when I speak Arabic (and any other language). Still, it's a cute mistake to make, I think.
When they got to the clinic, a nurse informed me very matter-of-factly that I am expecting.
"You are pregnant." She stated with no inflection.
"Yes, I am," I agreed because I was pretty sure that she meant to put a question mark in there.
"You need to take urine," she said, pressing a cup into my hands.
This is the only clinic I've ever been to that is strictly BYOTP (bring your own toilet paper) and I always forget that. Luckily they believe in paper towels.
The appointment went well. This was the first time that Rachel didn't start crying when she saw Dr. Tarek. I think she's officially figured out that the appointments are for me and not her. She cheerfully greeted him when we entered the room and then we all sat down to chat for a few minutes before the nurse came in to help me onto the examination table.
As part of an experiment, I decided to wear full-length pants today. Last time I wore short pants/floods/capris/whatever and I was covered in a sheet. I thought maybe it had to do with my ankles showing. I was wrong because today I was completely covered and then got covered again. I guess it's just something that happens here no matter what.
Everything's fine. Fundal height is normal, BP is normal, and the baby has a strong heart beat. We're scheduled for an ultrasound next week, so keep guessing!