Today I have had butterflies in my tummy all day long, as I counted down the minutes until we could FINALLY see our little bean at our first appointment at the OBGYN.
After a mountain of paperwork was filled out, I was weighed and measured, peed in a cup and settled in to wait for the doctor. She was absolutely lovely and made me feel right at home. I was given a whole big bag of free stuff with information, vitamins, books and other things that I’ll have to sort through at some point.
Then, the moment we’d all been waiting for. Mark, Dexter and I settled around the small monitor while our doctor squirted me with gel and placed the doppler on my belly… We didn’t have to wait long before she smiled and said, “I see one baby… and a heartbeat.”
I breathed a big sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the last twelve weeks roll off my shoulders. We looked at our tiny son or daughter and tears rolled down my face, as I savoured every second of being able to see him/her.
The doctor explained they don’t print the photos until the 20 week scan, but she was so impressed with the quality of the visual that she urged Mark to grab his camera phone and take a picture.
So, without further ado, here is the very first photo of our future second child.
I am in heaven right now.
After the ultrasound was finished, Mark and Dex went out to wait in the family area so that they could perform a pap smear on me. I hadn’t ever really had one, so my doc thought it was a good idea.
Of course, after the humiliation of being put in stirrups, completely naked with two women fiddling with my nether regions, I had a double dose of excruciating humility when I went to sit up and slid off the end of the bed, sprawled out naked on the floor. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the unexpected oomph made me rip a big one, and all of the lubrication the nice lady had used came squirting out of me in a puddle on the floor.
Yes, folks. It is TRUE when they say you lose all humility when you are pregnant.
Anyway, after that little mishap, which they were very nice about, I got dressed and called Mark and Dexter back in so that we could get some blood drawn.
We’d had to decide whether we wanted the various genetic tests done or not. And while it would not influence us one way or the other if our child had any problems or disabilities, we went ahead and opted to have them done. Forewarned is forearmed and all that.
After the bloodwork, we got set with an appointment for five weeks time to go back and have another set of tests done.
We’re also going to be monitoring my blood sugar again this time around, as the diabetes is still of concern. Hopefully I can manage it with diet once more.
So please people… tell me your most embarrassing pregnancy stories so that I don’t have to keep getting red faced whenever I think about the spectacular squirting issue I went through. I need some perspective here!