On Friday, the hubby and I went to the OB-GYN for our 14 week appointment.Here's how it all went down:
We were running late and of course, it's snowing like crazy out, but that doesn't deter Greg, AKA Mario Andretti, from driving like a maniac to get us there. But, we made it in one piece (well, two pieces, really) and while registering with the grumpy receptionist, I realized I neglected to bring my urine. Well, since I don't know the meaning of the word propriety, I pretty much shouted, "Oh no- my pee!" This completely mortified Greg, whom I sent on another hair-raising trip back to the house to retrieve said pee. The ever-cheery receptionist was quick to point out that we were already late, but I assured her we only lived 3 minutes away, since my husband is an aspiring stunt driver.
Okay, so if you're wondering why I am bringing my pee there in the first place, it's because (I am told) that urine first thing in the morning is the best to test. (Guess it doesn't matter that I get up 4 thousand times in the night nowadays). So, they give you a little container that you are to "collect" your offering in and bring it in. What they didn't tell me at first is that I have to reuse the container!!! Yeah, the nurse rinses it out and whatnot, but then I have to bring it home and do it all over again next month. I find this repulsive. Anyways, back to the story-
Well, "Bulldog" showed me to be late, by having me wait and wait and wait (in the meantime, Greg made it back with the urine safely in hand, which of course, he immediately pawned off to me, as if it were radioactive or something). But FINALLY, we were able to wait in a room forever and ever.
We were very excited at the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat. Our last appointment at 10 weeks was too early. I really wanted to feel more connected, like there actually is a baby in there! Well, our fabulous doctor (Grumpypants could take a lesson from her) placed the doppler on my tummy and we could hear so much! My heartbeat, my placenta whoosh-whooshing, and our baby kicking! In fact, all the kicks were making it hard to hear the heartbeat. So, the doc told me she'd do an ultrasound.
As we waited (so what's new?) in the ultrasound room, I was so nervous and excited. I guess even though I know I am pregnant (boy, do I know!) it still felt pretty surreal that there is a life inside me. Well, when the moment arrived and we saw our little miracle, I was amazed. I didn't cry like I thought I would, just grinned so hard and stared in wonder. Our little darling was kicking with it's long legs and tiny toes and it's arm was draped behind its head, like it was just chillin'. We thought this was cute, because that is exactly how I sleep. Well, we didn't get to hear the heartbeat, but we got to see it, and that was breathtaking, too.
Here's what we saw:
Pretty amazing, huh?