Because I am older, 34 years old, they wanted to do an early ultrsound, to make sure the baby was in the right place and that it's heart was beating, how cool is that????? They had instructed me to drink and finish 2 litres of water an hour before my appointment. Dear God, that is a painful, uncomfortable experience. I walked into the Doc's office ready to pee my pants. Marty had come with me, but he had to sit in the waiting room for the first half of the appointment. I layed on the cot while the Tech lady smeared the cold gel on my belly and ran the machine overtop of it, pushing on my bladder, seriously causing me to wonder if I was gonna pee all over the paper under me. She continued to rub the ultrasound "wand" thingy over my belly while I studied her face, trying desperately to read her expression. I wanted so badly for her to tell me that yes there was a baby in there and that yes, the heart was beating. Eventually, she did!!! Then she told me to empty my bladder and come back for the internal exam. I was sooo greatful that I was allowed to pee that I didn't even consider how weird the internal would be for Marty to see as they were going to call him in while the thing was inside me to show us little Baby Wright. Marty came in the room, after the nurse had inserted the wand. I noticed he made a big effort NOT to look down, clearly he did not want to see where the camera was. WE both concentrated on the screen and we both nodded confidently when she showed us the heart beating, though when we talked after, neither one of us could actually see it. I was ecstatic as we left the office, thinking, this is REAL, it is really REAL! I couldn't wait to be excited with Marty, but the first thing that came out of his mouth was: "Was that thing in your va-gee-gee?"
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I guess I had my mom and Grandma to thank for awesome baby carrying genes. I had not been sick at all! I was, however, stupid tired and my boobs ached, which I actually really liked. The way I saw it, sore boobs, meant that I was still pregnant and because I justcouldn't relax until I hit the magical 12 weeks, I woke every morning hoping my boobs would be sore. In fact, I walked around all the time poking myself in the breast just to see if it would hurt. I also took pregnancy tests every week, just to convince myself that this was real. It's crazy that I spent so much time thinking this was all too good to be true!