Back from consultant. Didn't like him very much. The midwife working with him was much nicer. He just went on and on about my BMI and how I needed to see a dietician and start going to the gym when the pregnancy was over, and that I needed weight-loss drugs or I'd be dead when I am 50, blah blah blah. DH, bless him, tried to defend me and say my diet was great before pregnancy and I exercised before the SPD. Consultant started going on about how much time he'd spent in the gym yesterday (????). Like I care?
In fact, I've been on a bloody diet for years. I've taken appetite-suppressing drugs. I've had university level nutrition classes. Not that anyone medical ever asks/believes me. I must just be another lazy fatty who doesn't care about her health. Never mind that PCOS is the main factor and there's no cure for that!
I asked him about weight gain in pregnancy. He said 'oh you're going to gain loads of weight, no question about it'. Um....I haven't gained any thus far, and I know it is both possible and safe for someone of my size to gain 15 pounds or less. Then he started going on about exercising, even though I hobbled in there and told him about the SPD and that I had a physio referral. DH interrupted and said 'we'll wait to see what the physio says about that'. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been with me. I was near tears at the end of the appointment.
At least I got to hear the baby's heartbeat. Took a bit to find, but it was loud and strong.
Had my thyroid function tested again as they seem to have lost the results from the most recent one. If the TSH is higher than the result I had after the miscarriage, I will have to go to a 'medical weirdos' clinic or some such thing. Thankfully, I did not barf in the phlebotomist's sink this time (she remembered me!). I did lose it in the waiting room toilet though.
Also scheduled for glucose tolerance test, a follow up with the consultant at 34 weeks, and told I have to see an anaesthetist consultant 'because of your BMI, in case you have a caesarian'.
Asked about long-haul travel and was given an emphatic 'no'. So not going to my brother's wedding this summer. I'm ok with this as I'm not sure I could face 8-9 hours on a plane + 6 hours in a car at 32 weeks. Now just have to tell my family.
Sorry for this being so long...I am still quite down about this appointment. Nothing like being told over and over again how fat you are, particularly when you're not in a position to do anything about it.