Doctor, doctor, give me the news!

{Still catching up}

August 19th was our first appointment with the doctor. I was a nervous wreck. Not because I was going to find out whether or not I was truly pregnant, but because Chris was going with me to the ObGyn, not something a wife normally likes her husband to have to experience, but it wasn't about me today. Sigh...

We laughed with the nurse as she took my blood pressure, weight, etc. We wanted to make sure the urine test came back positive before she sent the doctor in. In the event that I am a crazy lady who cannot read a home pregnancy test, or better yet I had mastered a way to produce a false positive, I wanted to save myself some embarrassment of being examined in front of Chris. It turned out the urine test was positive. Sigh...

The doctor enters the room like a ray of sunshine. Super smiley and happy to be alive. She apologizes for the long wait- she was literally in the middle of delivering a baby on the floor below. After some small talk and discussion we got straight to it! Everything looked good according to the doctor. We had our first ultrasound, but were surprised to find out it was not the same one you see on TV. No cold gel on my tummy. No paddle wondering across my tummy to find the heartbeat. Let's just say there was nothing "external" about this one. I was totally unprepared for that experience, and just knowing Chris was in the room and having no clue what he was thinking at that moment made for a very memorable first doctor visit. All of the anxiety disappeared when she said, "There it is. There is your baby and it's heart beat." It's real! Unbelievable. Sigh...

In addition to seeing our baby's tiny little heart beat, we found out, based on the size of the baby {a grain of rice}, we were only 6 weeks along rather than 7 weeks and 3 days which the pregnancy websites all had me pegged at, which just meant I had ovulated a week later than the average person. Funny thing is, my sister's doctor decided to date her based on her last menstrual period, rather than her ovulation date, effectively moving our due dates to 2 1/2 weeks apart. My sister and I know we are really only a week apart, do I really need to drive to Dallas to educate her doctor on the proper method to determining a due date? So depending on who you ask... we are still 1 week apart.

Next we proceeded to the blood work, where I gave about 4 tubes of blood for various screening tests that they run. The doctor handed me my prescription, which I noticed was for a "Heather Carr", interesting. I chuckled and let the nurse know, she corrected it and handed it back to me. Seriously, after seeing me naked and totally violating me (haha), couldn't she remember my name? Totally kidding and definitely irrelevant, but something I will probably always remember, nonetheless.

We set the next appointment for September 23rd {5 weeks later, but only 2 weeks from today!} grabbed a bite to eat downstairs at Au Bon Pain and headed back to reality, work! {Not much work was done that afternoon} This waiting period was going to be even worse than last, but at least I have a picture of our grain of rice to focus on this time {and yes you realllly have to focus on it to see it}. : ) Sigh...