Today was our first ultrasound!
We went to the doctor's office and sat in the room for what felt like forever. All the poking and proding instruments were laid out, but I didn't see the speculum (the "wonderful" instrument that spreads ladies open during their OB/GYN visits), so I got excited because I thought it meant that I didn't have to get poked and proded. I was also very excited because the ultrasound machine was in the room, and I was stoked to see my little baby. I changed into my gown, and while I was finishing putting it on, the door swings open and Mrs. Pupo was standing there with a huge smile on her face. (Mrs. Pupo is the mom of a girl I coached at Gonzaga years ago, so I was a little shocked to see her) She was very excited for me, told me congratulations, and left. I was just glad she didn't open the door 2 seconds earlier and seen me in all my glory.
LeAnn came back in, and she had me lay down on the table. She turned the lights off and had Mike come stand next to me. She first tried to see the baby through my stomach, but it wasn't coming in clear enough, so she decided to do it vaginally. They have this probe looking thing, so she went to the cupboard and grabbed, of all things, a condom, slammed it on there, and issued this following statement:
"Now this doesn't have nerve endings, and I don't have a penis, so if I slam it around to hard, you need to let me know."
How reassuring.
She inserted it, and a picture popped up on the window. Almost instantly, we could here a heartbeat. And almost instantly, I started crying. She pointed out my ovaries, and miscellaneous girly parts, and then she said the magic words. "There's your baby!" I wish I could play that moment over and over again. Mike grabbed my hand and I looked at him. He had the biggest, proudest smile on his face, which made me cry more. I looked back at the screen and couldn't look away. LeAnn kept looking around, which she was definitely right about not knowing how hard she was moving that thing around, when I asked if there was only one baby in there. Long pause. "Weeeeeeeeeellll...there's definitely something else there, but I can't tell if it's a blood clot, or another baby." A-what? Now twins run like crazy through my family, but hearing it said aloud by a doctor is mind boggling. She said she would keep an eye on it and if it was a blood clot, it was nothing to worry about. Mike ignored this, and asked a ton of questions, which I thought was very sweet. She said that at our next doctor's appointment, we would have another ultrasound to see if that little speck would turn out to be just a blood clot or another baby. I'm excited because it just gives me another excuse to see my baby (or babies...yikes!)
After she was done with the ultrasound, she was super sneaky, and pulled out that damn speculum, and proceeded to poke and prode me. It was odd having someone else in the room while this was going on, as it is usually just my doctor and me when I have my annual. But it's nothing Mike hasn't seen before, I guess. She got done, and told me to get dressed. She left, and as soon as the door clicked shut, Mike bum rushed me with the biggest hug and kiss he has ever given me. He said that none of this really sank in until he heard his baby's heartbeat. I love him so much.
I scheduled my next appointment and was instructed to go downstairs and have my blood drawn, which I hate. The girl was extremely nice, and tried to be gentle. I had NO idea they had to take that much blood. 7 VILES!! And with every one, she pushed the needle in more, as if the location of the needle wasn't deep enough, so she had to dig it even deeper into my skin. She FINALLY got done, and then I had to pee in a cup. Oh joy. I figured out that I am NOT good at this.
My next doctor's appointment is July 15th, and I can't wait to see my baby again!
