On Wednesday Benjamin and I had our 10 week appointment with our new OB. The last appointment I had was with the nurse practitioner, so I hadn’t ever met the OB before. It was kind of like a blind date. I was a little anxious that if we didn’t click, I’d have to go searching for a new doctor. Benjamin accompanied me, and we were both hoping she would pull out the Doppler and let us hear that little thump thump to reassure us that all was still well.
We arrived at the office and I (of course!) had to pee. I decided to go before we checked in with the receptionist. Well, that was poor planning, because apparently whenever you go to the OB, you have to give a urine sample. Oops! I should have thought of that. Good news: I have to pee just about every 15 minutes, so it was not hard for me to do it at the end of my appointment. Lesson learned.
The nurse weighed me (although it feels — and looks — like 20, I’ve gained 5 pudgilicious, baby-loving pounds, which is right about where I “should” be). But before she could take my blood pressure, the fire alarm went off! She verified that it was NOT a drill, and we had to evacuate the building. I’m glad I hadn’t taken off my clothes yet! There’s snow on the ground here! 15 minutes later we were let back in.
Then our blind date arrived. She was great! A bit of a slow-talker, which sometimes makes me crazy, as someone who talks/writes/reads/goes a million miles an hour, but she had a very sweet manner and was reassuring and calm. CALM is what I’m going to need in the delivery room, I think, so she passed the test. And then she said the most wonderful thing: “I’m going to do an ultrasound to date the pregnancy and take a peek inside… is that ok with you?”. Ummm, is that OK?! Hell yes Yes, please! We were so excited to get another glimpse of our little one. And guess what? This time Piccolini TOTALLY looked like a tiny, little human. Well, maybe a little more like a gummy bear, but certainly more human than the tiny, fuzzy dot we saw at 6 1/2 weeks. We could see the little guy/gal swimming around in there, and even saw a tiny hand waving at us while we took a picture. Too cute.
After we oohed and ahhed at our perfect little creation, the doc pulled out the Doppler so we could try to find the heartbeat. She warned me ahead of time that sometimes it’s hard to find at this point, since the baby is hidden right underneath the pubic bone, but she would try anyway. If I hadn’t just seen the baby on the ultrasound, I would have been very nervous at this point, because it took her a few pokes to find the baby and that little heartbeat. But alas, amidst the whooshing sound we began to hear two heartbeats emerge. Mine (nice and slow and steady), and, quieter, but definitely audible, the little baby’s doing doubletime. 150 bpm. In a word, perfect.
I felt like I floated right out the door when we left the appointment. My fear of something going wrong is slowly melting away to reveal the most awesome sense of love and responsibility for this little person inside of me. 1 1/2 weeks until I really, truly believe we’re going to have a baby.