7 weeks: First Prenatal Appointment and First Ultrasound
This week I went to my first prenatal appointment. I met with the OB coordinator / nurse practitioner, but my OB doc made sure to pop in to congratulate me with a hug! She even remembered the conversation we had a few months ago about Dan and I starting to try and said, "See, that didn't take anytime at all. That is how every pregnancy should be"
Once we sat down, the nurse practitioner - Kim- was giving me a weird look and said, "Didn't I just see you?" I said, "Yes, I am the beet girl." She immediately started laughing. Hehehe.
Kim gave me a packet of helpful information and reviewed all the basic need-to-knows, which I pretty much already knew through conversations with my sister and my www.babycenter.com stalking. The two main points we focused of discussing were my running and my diet. I will focus on those two topics later with a post of their own, but I should say that my Kim agreed that it would be perfectly fine for me to run my upcoming half marathon, pending a normal ultrasound.
The day after my first prenatal appointment I had an ultrasound.
I have to be honest here and say that up until this point I have been emotionally prepared to not actually be pregnant. I have read, seen, and heard too many stories about early miscarriages. It was almost like I had built a wall between me and the baby. However, once the ultrasound tech put that probe on my belly, flipped the screen where I could see it and said, "This is your baby. Look at it's heart beat," that wall came down. The second I saw that little heart beating so hard, so quick, I let myself believe that there was an actual baby, a little person, in my belly - not just that I was pregnant. There is a huge difference between those to ideas. I let myself imagine holding it in just a few months and I saw how my family would grow. I never knew I could fall in love with a picture, with someone I have never met, but I did. I fell hard. And that is when the tears started and they have not stopped. Since then I randomly burst out into hysterical happy sobs. Poor Dan, this is going to be a long 8 months.
I thought I would be able to stop worrying once I saw the heart beat, but the exact opposite happened. Now that I feel like I know this baby, the worry of a miscarriage is even worse. And then I realized that this is probably the least amount I will worry about this kid for the rest of my life. Mind blowing. How do parents calm their minds enough to sleep?
I am feeling.
1. Extremely emotional (eg, read above).
2. So tired. I am sleeping at least 10 hours a night. I go to bed at 8 and don't get up at my alarm. The other day I was so exhausted from walking up the stairs that I had to lie down on my bed.
3. A little nauseous, but no getting sick. Drinking ice water helps a lot with that and I have been chugging water like it is going out of style.
Dan is more excited than ever. He couldn't make it to the first ultrasound because of work and I really regret not working around his schedule. I showed him the pictures, but it just wasn't the same.