Last week, I had an appointment with my General Practitioner to update some of my non-diabetes prescriptions (yes, I have some of those!) and to talk about my post-pregnancy body. Some things came up towards the end of my pregnancy that I wanted to talk to someone about, so I made an appointment a month after I had my baby girl.
First, I have a mole on my stomach that I've had my whole life, and at the height of my pregnancy it started to change colors on one side. I think it had something to do with all the hormones going through my body, but I knew something changing color was not a normal thing. My GP didn't take any chances and scheduled a surgery appointment to have it removed in 2 weeks. She doesn't think it is anything to worry about, but she'll send it off to be tested after it's removed. And now I can say that I've talked about the grossest thing on my body.
But wait. There's more!
During the last month of my pregnancy, when my feet were so swollen that all I could wear were flip flops, I developed a wart on the bottom of my foot. Pretty sure I exposed my foot to some yuckiness during the warm, spring months. And flip flops are still my footwear of choice as a stay at home mom. I tried freezing it off with that OTC wart remover stuff, twice, but it's still there. So I brought it up to my GP, and instead of attempting to removing it herself, she referred me to a podiatrist. I know it's one of those doctors that I should see as a type 1 diabetic, so might as well kill two birds with one stone.
So from one appointment, I leave with one prescription and two more appointments. I thought I was done with the plethora of doctors' appointments when my pregnancy was over, but such is not the case with this body of mine. Hopefully the mole is just an appendage I can be glad to part with, and the podiatrist is nice to me and my ugly feet. And now you know there's more to recover from in the wide world of pregnancy than stretch marks and sore abs.