Best sound ever

So, originally our OB appointment to hear the heartbeat was at 11:40 this morning.  Well, they called me this morning to tell me that my doctor would be delivering a baby today, so they would have to push me to 4pm.

Well, 4pm was a little optimistic.

We arrive for our 3:45 check-in, only to find out the doc is still at the hospital, but is expected back around 4:30.  4:30 comes and goes.  Around 4:45, they say the baby was finally born (healthy baby girl!) and the doc should be heading back to the office.  Just after 5 they bring us into the exam room, check my vitals, and say it should be about 10 more minutes.  And she finally comes in around 5:45.

We talked for a little bit, going over how I’m feeling what’s going on, etc. etc.  I have to remember that with my doctor details are important, whereas most people I just say things are going well.  They are.  But there are some small things (minor back ache, round ligament pain, stuff like that) that I don’t need to mention to most people, but should probably tell my doctor.

And then it was time for the Doppler.  She found the heartbeat like instantly, and it was the best sound I’ve ever heard.  Heartbeat of around 162.  ❤  Best day ever.  (And worth waiting all day for)

3 weeks from today is our Anatomy Scan.  I am excited, and nervous.  Please let everything look good.  I am definitely excited to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.  But I really just hope for a healthy baby.


In Vino Veritas

This weekend we went to Andrew’s college reunion.  Pretty much in the middle of nowhere.  And slept in his Freshman dorm (though at least not the exact room, thankfully, as that was on the third floor).  When we planned this trip back in Late Feb/Early March, I pointed out to him that I might be pregnant, to which his response was something along the lines of, “yeah, but even if you are, you won’t be that pregnant.”  Gee, thanks hon.

So Thursday night we took the Red Eye, and arrived at our destination around 9am Friday morning.  Had a disappointing breakfast (how do you screw up eggs, home fries and bacon?) and then took a long nap.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I was excited about meeting some of his college friends.  Who were all varying degrees of awesome, but awesome nonetheless.  The logistics of the trip, however, I was not looking forward to in the slightest.  The red eye, the college dorms, the middle of nowhere small town.  Yup.  The ideal 14-weeks-pregnant vacation. 😛  Boy do I love my husband.  Oh, and PS, of his friends group I asked if there were any other spouses expected to tag along, he said one or two, but they had also attended the same school.  (Which, of course, I did not).

Anyway, long story short, I did as a whole have fun.  The two of us went out for a fancy dinner Friday night, and that helped, I think.  But yes, his friends were great.  Much fun was had, and many drinks were consumed (not by me, of course, though I did live on the edge one day and have a second caffeinated soda!).

Speaking of, Saturday night Andrew drank, a lot.  I’d kind of anticipated at least one night of awful drunkenness, and he was catching up with old buddies, so I wasn’t going to object too much.  Early in the weekend we found out one of his friends is newly expecting #2.  🙂  At some point on Saturday, I think, he asked another friend about having kids (which I guess even my husband doesn’t realize it’s a touchy thing to ask, but then these are like his closest friends ever, so…) and, as the friend put it, they’d had a few “false starts.”  Two miscarriages and a stillbirth. 😦  I just feel so bad for anyone that’s experienced that sort of thing.  It’s so unfair.  And then I felt mildly like an ass for pointing out that I’m pregnant every 5 minutes.  (Ok, nowhere near that often, but you get my point).

To my point.  In A’s drunkenness, (and he got *really* drunk) he got weepy (that’s the polite way of saying I think it’s the only time I’ve ever seen him cry).  He was talking about how he loves his friends, and he wants them all to be happy, and have little babies (if they want them).  And he was really sad about what that friend has been through, and even admitted that our miscarriage was like the worst year of his life. 😦  I mean, I kinda could’ve figured that, I guess, but it’s the first time he’s said anything quite like that.  He’s way better than he used to be, but he’s not exactly the most open about his feelings and such–until he’s drunk.

So, anyway.  That was my weekend.  Long, exhausting, less-than-ideal accommodations, and especially food… A turned me into a foodie and then drags me to the middle of nowhere, ugh!  But, ultimately a good weekend, and I’m glad I went. 🙂

P.S. Doctor’s appointment in about an hour.  It was supposed to be this morning, but got rescheduled because my doctor had to go in for a delivery.  We’re supposed to hear the heartbeat for the first time. 😀  Update on that later.

11w1d and waiting

6 days until my NT scan.  And then two days after that we fly to CA for my SIL’s 30th birthday party!  Big week ahead!  Last time we went to visit my brother was right after the m/c, and (much to his frustration) we’d just started the Atkins diet, because we needed to lose weight, and something else to focus on besides the m/c.  So maybe that holds some anxiety for me.  I’ve got a big scan right before we’re supposed to go to CA, and the irrational part of my brain is afraid history is going to repeat itself.  But I digress…

OTOH, I suddenly had the realization that I have *no* idea what I’m doing.  I mean, as far as being a Mom.  I spent so much time TTC, and learning about the process, hormones, fertility treatments, and making some great friends along the way… that I haven’t really done any research about parenting.  Cloth Diapering, swaddling, and so many MANY other things (many of these things people have a strong opinion on) that I know absolutely nothing about.  I know that there is probably way more information out there than I could possibly digest, let alone need.  But I haven’t really looked into any of it at all yet.  I’m still waiting, I guess.

After the NT scan, we’ll probably go public.  Assuming everything looks good.  Which I have no reason to think it won’t, but I’m still anxious.  Maybe after then I’ll believe it more.  But if the first 3 u/s didn’t give me peace of mind….  The down side to having so many early u/s is that it feels like it’s been forever since we had one.  6 more days.

But yeah, I feel like I’m still holding my breath.  It sucks.  They call it PgAL brain (Pregnant After a Loss)… and I guess it never really goes away.  Well, maybe once I’m holding my baby.

Is it Thursday yet? =/