We’re back from our appointment, and while it was a whirlwind, we’re both glowing. The nurse went over my blood test results. She remarked on how positively NOT anemic I am, which is great. Apparently everything looks really good. I’m delighted.
Then, the doctor came in, and she said, “Hey, let’s go over to the ultrasound room!” J, looking out for our delicate finances, asked about the charges for it, and she replied, “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t tell! This is more fun anyway!” And off we went.
We got into the room, and I hopped up on the table, at which time the doctor yanked the front of my pants down, slathered on some u/s goo and got started. And there was our baby with a beating heart and little hands and feet and a big giant head. Yes, this is our little Egghead at 11 weeks:
Moments later, the doctor turned on the sound, and I began seeing the little heartbeat monitor on the screen, and then suddenly we heard this loud, fast unmistakable heartbeat of our little one. This was the first time I have cried in that room. Our doctor told me repeatedly, “You’re doing such a good job, Mama.” It was such a huge relief.
And then we went back to the exam room where I expressed my concerns about my declining symptoms. Dr. K assured me that I do not need to worry about feeling good, that everything is going beautifully and that she’ll see me in a month. It was a quick in and out visit, really, but it was the most meaningful one so far.
That little gummy-bear looking thing up there is our baby. I can’t believe it really is our turn. Today it’s beginning to seem real.