by Marilyn on September 13, 2007
Well would ya look at that! That there, in case you can’t tell, is a healthy wee baby. Complete with waving arms, even! And, of course, a beating heart. Thank GOODNESS. I had the jitters all morning long, but still stayed relatively calm throughout the appointment. Yes, even when I was getting my pap smear. I consider that to be a huge commentary on my character, don’t you? The ability to be calm and good-natured when poised in stirrups? It helps that my doctor is completely and totally cool.
I know Kile was holding his breath especially so we both felt considerably lighter after the ultrasound. Is there a chance that something could still go wrong? Of course. Been there, done that. BUT, the chances are pretty low. And that’s all I’ve got right now, is chances. And imagine my surprise when the doctor dated the pregnancy three days ahead of the date I was figuring! Of course, I was pretty close, but if there’s going to be a difference, isn’t it better be further along than you though than further behind? So my due date is now officially April 8, 2008. Not too bad. That makes me 10 weeks and 2 days today and well into my “third month”. That sounds silly to say, for some reason but there you have it.
Does this mean I can wear maternity clothes now without feeling too silly?
by Marilyn on September 13, 2007
I’ve been remarkably calm so far this pregnancy. It may not seem like it, but if you’d been inside my head during the first three months (or heck, the whole nine months) of my last pregnancy, you would realize what a basket case I was. I don’t know why I’m so calm this time around, but Kile may have hit the nail on the head last night when he said “the pressure is off.” It’s true. For so many years we were desperate to have another child, to give Harry a sibling. And there was this enormous pressure to have a baby at last.
This isn’t to say that if something went wrong this time that we wouldn’t be devastated. I know I would be. But I don’t feel the same pressure to have a successful pregnancy like I did before. I feel like this is all icing on the cake. This is the “good stuff” right here, the little bonus we weren’t expecting but are so glad to have.
So I’m pretty calm about this first doctor appointment. Shoot, two years ago had the nurse called the day before my first appointment to reschedule I probably would have had a bird. What? Wait one more day to find out if my baby is still alive? Are you kidding me? But when my doctor’s office called on Tuesday to ask if they could reschedule me to Thursday morning at 10:30 instead of Wednesday morning at 10:30, I was fine with it. What’s one more day? Another centimeter on the ultrasound, I’m sure.
Of course, now that the time is here, I am feeling a little jittery this morning. Kind of that nervous excitement. I have some of that same, familiar panic in my chest, but I’m trying to ignore that feeling. Only good thoughts, right? Are you guys going to be sending me positive thoughts this morning? It’s 8:14 my time right now, my appointment is in little over two hours from now. I’ll send a Twitter update when I can (check my Twitter or look in the Twitter section of my sidebars to see the update). You know, it’s almost a shame I’m pregnant because I could totally use a shot of serious alcohol right now.
