Or: I'm sorry I'm behind on posts (violence is not the answer).
So, I graduated from an infertility patient to a certified OB patient. (Cards, money and gifts will be accepted).
After a sleepless night of worry that I was carrying an entire sports team in my ute, we made it to our appointment on time, legs ready to be spread, vag ready to be violated.
The appointment went well, with some laughs over a possible threat of vaginal violence...
Nurse: I'm just going to turn on the fan, it gets hot in here.
*Fan makes metal on metal crazy crashing noise*
Nurse: Don't worry, I won't hurt you or anything, I know that noise sounds scary.
Me: Hey, as long as you keep that fan away from my Lady Business, we'll be fine.
While she lubed up the magic wand, she made small talk. "How many embryos did you transfer?" "Oh, just two..."
So in goes the wand, and for a minute we're not really sure what we're looking at. And after she worked her way all around my innards she said the magic words:
There it is - One baby!
ONE BABY! OUR BABY!
Let's admit one thing right now: it looks like a blur of nothing at this point. But still, it felt so much more real right then. That is a baby, growing inside of me!
I've waited so long for that very moment - confirmation that yes, I'm pregnant. Finally. And I didn't know how I would react...tears? Sobs? Screams? I just didn't know.
I wanted to laugh out loud.
I can't remember being that happy. Ever.
We saw the heart flicker, then we briefly heard the heartbeat. I could listen to that ALL DAY LONG. It was the coolest thing. My first failure as a mother - I forgot to ask what the heart rate was. (Luckily, I don't think this fuck up will require future therapy for the baby...)
I measured exactly 7 weeks, which was 5 days behind what I thought, but she said it will probably change at some point. The baby looked healthy!
Official Due Date: 2/24/08
So I am now a graduate, and my first task is to find an OB. Or decide if I want to use my regular gynecologist.
Here's a vacation picture...since I will probably never do a vacation post because I am a tired, barfy whore.