Not only is this the title to one my of all-time favorite ever songs, this should be my new mantra in getting used to the idea that I am now a patient in an obstetrics office. Not an infertility doctor. Not even the gyno. A doctor for pregnant ladies. Whoa, momma.
We had our first OB appointment today, and it went very well. Our OB is just adorable and super nice (in fact, I think she might very well be known here as Dr. Sweet). Dr. Salsa hooked me up. She took our (sordid) history and I got the impression very quickly that she understood that we were not her typical patients and that she was more than up to the task of dealing with our unique challenges. The practice itself seems like a pretty low-key. There was just one other person in the waiting room when we arrived and during our whole visit, we weren’t hurried at all. What was really amazing was that there was not a single poster showing a baby in the whole place. for which I am truly grateful. Even now, those are a bit much for me. I was weighed and then I had to give a urine sample – which for a moment I thought was so that they could confirm what we’ve known for the last 10 weeks – but was really so that they could look for proteins, etc. Then it was essentially a well-woman visit complete with the breast exam! and pap smear! But, she was super gentle and it was fine.
Then she whipped out the portable doppler. I had been eying it ever since we got in the room with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety. Then, I was slathered with gel and all we could hear was …. my heartbeat. But, I did not allow myself to panic. I got dressed and headed over to the sono room where I had my first belly ultrasound, with even more gel. And, of course, there was the little bugger looking a little groggy but perking up once he knew he was on TV. We even got a little wave. Heartbeat was 167 and measurement was on target at 12w1d.
We are set up to schedule the nuchal translucency test next week. This must be the place.