I spent an hour waiting in the freezing cold waiting room. I get it. No pregnant woman likes the hot September weather, but I get cold easily during the first months. Soooo, I’m brining a sweater next time.
And how crazy is it that they found my chart from eight years back? Yeah, weird. Yes, in the end, I had to change ALL the information.
Apparently, I’m not eating enough carbs.
Since it is eight weeks, with an April 18th due date, I assured my mom, who was begging to go, that all they would do was a Pap and a breast examine, and I want NO ONE else to witness those. Besides do I want to look like this is my first rodeo?
But, this new doctor is all about high tech. When the nurse assured me that next time would be my Pap but to strip off my bottoms and slide under the “sheet.” And I use the term “sheet” Very Loosely as it’s more like an oversize paper towel. I wondered what the heck was going on. I actually I was a little worried. Trauma from when I was six and had to have a Pap-like test because I had wiped myself so hard that I got toilet paper up there.
So when the doctor came in, introduced herself, and lubed up the ultra-sound, I was a bit nervous (because those things are cold, hard, and icky) and excited because really even though I was chattering with cold, I couldn’t help but keep eyeing the machine.
There is was. The bean. A centimeter. The tadpole. Just lying there, growing, beating it’s sort of heart. All I could think of was, well, at least it’s not some horrible virus or cancer. Because the second before, my doctor assured me that morning sickness got to be it’s worse at 10 weeks. Thanks, doc.