The doctor’s appointment went just fine, though, with Dr. Ruiz saying that everything was moving along right on schedule. The babies’ hearts were beating nice and strong, and I’d put on seven pounds, which relieved her somewhat. “Make sure you keep that up,” she told me. “Not that I want you to sit down and eat a pint of ice cream at a time, but don’t worry about having too many carbs or whatever.”
I could tell she thought I must have been someone who watched her weight pretty carefully, considering how slender I’d been when I got pregnant. Maybe my comment about having a fast metabolism hadn’t really sunk in. Anyway, I was relieved that at least I had begun to gain some weight, and everything else seemed fine, so that relieved some of my worry. Some.
They made my next appointment for Ju
