Yeah, so I’m 10.5 weeks pregnant. We’ve known for about 6 weeks. And this is the single hardest secret I’ve ever kept! We weren’t going to tell until 12 weeks, but the stats were all really good today, so we gave in early.
Oh, um, did you know they take the ultrasound through your hoo-hah? Yeah, just a heads up there. And the wand is cold.
Anyway. The baby’s heartbeat was 167 bpm, which the ultrasound tech declared “perfect.” And she’s the perfect size for 10.5 weeks.
This post feels scattered, but this is me ever since we saw the heartbeat. All I have to do is see the word heartbeat, and I start crying. It’s a magical thing, seeing that. I can’t even describe how wonderful it is and how much your whole world just shifts. My tears have been on a hair trigger all afternoon.
Frank, of course, cried during “Up” and one episode of “Scrubs” but did not cry at our baby’s heartbeat. Soulless monster. Really, though, he saw the heartbeat before the tech even mentioned it, and he was so animated, like a kid. “Oh! There’s the heart! Do you see the heartbeat?” And that’s when everything became real for him.
At one point, I laughed, and the baby jumped and waved her little hand around. That was an amazing thing to see. So next time we go for an ultrasound, I’m definitely drinking a Coke right beforehand like I did today. Keep baby awake and moving.
I can’t stop looking at the ultrasound pictures. I’ll post more later. There’s an awesome one with her hand waving right next to her face, and it just looks like she has this long alien jaw with razor sharp alien teeth. She kind of looks like the creature from Alien. It’s my favorite one.
When we came out of the ultrasound and sat waiting for the doctor’s appointment, I saw a girl from behind, and her hair looked just like my hairdresser’s. I told Frank, “That looks like my hairdresser from behind.” She turned around, and it was her. Haha. She’s three weeks away from her due date and pretty much the most precious pregnant woman you’ll ever see.
I love the OB/GYN. He’s wonderful. He told me that looking at all my food allergies/issues, he knows that I know my body really well, so if I feel like something’s wrong, I should come in and see him. That scored him MAJOR points, because y’all know I like props and respect from docs.
He said I don’t have to gain 25-35 pounds, that the bulk of the weight gain is so I have fat stores for when breastfeeding sucks the life out of me (he said it’s like the calorie output of running a 10K 3x a day!). I patted my thighs and told him I had plenty of that, and he said it’s totally fine if I don’t gain all that weight. Which is good, since I lost 2 pounds since seeing my primary doc at 4.5 weeks. My goal is to gain only 10-15, and if you think that’s unrealistic and think I can’t do it, just keep it to yourself, because I’m hormonal and emotional, and I will cut you.
I’m supposed to up my thyroid med by half, which is great, because I live in Exhaustedland these days.
They took 5 tubes of blood from me after we saw the doc. They better not put it in some national DNA database.
As you can see, I may call the baby Renesmee Jacob Fleming on the blog until s/he is born, and yes, it’s a joke, as only the biggest tool in the world would name her baby Renesmee. My other thought is Alien J. Fleming.
I’m gonna stop now, since this is so disjointed and stilted.