Despite me freaking out endlessly (with zero cause to be worried, really) in the days before this appointment, everything is fine. I still haven't gained any weight (I actually lost a pound again this month after getting back to my pre-pregnancy weight the month before) but I'm measuring where I should and Little Monster's heart rate is totally fine. It was all I could do not to cry after hearing it.
I did make a vague attempt to discuss the anxiety deal with the doc, and she was all "It's just hormones" and then I very nearly cried a lot, so instead of pointing out why I am pretty sure it isn't "just hormones" I focused on not crying. When I got to my car afterward I cried for a few minutes, then for 10 more when I got home. Clearly it's time to find a regular doctor and talk to her about this because at least this OB was too much in a hurry to be very concerned. In the realm of entertaining, they had the depression scale conversion to diagnosis of severity posted right next to the blood pressure deal (I know it's a sphignomanometer, but who uses that word? Not even me). So... good job posting it but bad job paying some attention or even doing the assessment on someone who cries even mentioning the subject (but maybe she missed that, trying to figure out how to work the computer).
Now I'm coping and hoping to avoid a proper panic attack by watching a rom com and eating too much candy (well, not really too much, but it's more than I should perhaps).
In the realm of thrilling, I get to repeat the glucose test again in 4 week, the Friday before finals. Yay!