So, our first doctor's visit was July 12, 2012. I know, I know, it was almost a month ago. Forgive me for not writing about it sooner. But as I stated previously, you'll have to work with me until I can fully get my bearings on blogging while pregnant. So I have to admit, I was actually really nervous when we went to see the doctor. I was scheduled for my first ultrasound. It would be the first time I would see and hear the little life living inside of me.
So there we are, in the technician's room. I'm sitting on the table, sans pants or underwear, and Hosea's sitting in the chair facing the monitor. After some comic relief from Hosea about how guys don't take their clothes off at the doctor's, and how I took my clothes off like I was about to get in the shower, like it was no big deal, I took a deep breath and got ready.
"This is it," I thought to myself. "Dear, God." The thing is, I was nervous about what I was about to see. What if the, like, four pregnancy tests we'd taken had been wrong? What if there really wasn't another little person inside of me, and my boobs had just gotten bigger by some miraculous and merciful act of God? "Dear, God," I thought again, as I lay back on the table, and scooted my rear toward the technician. (Did I mention this was a vaginal scan?)
I was holding my breath, my eyes glued to the screen. "Up, there it is. That's your baby," the technician stated happily. Even in thinking back on it, I can still hear my huge sigh of relief. There it was, our baby. Half an inch long, with it's butt up in the air, according to our technician. It's a shame I don't remember her name, since she was the embodiment of all things right and true that day--at least to me, anyway.
She measured the baby, measured my uterus, took a look around my uterus to make sure everything was OK, and then she did it--she let us hear the heartbeat. Well, we could actually see it moving on the screen at the same time we were listening to it. It was AMAZING. I started to tear up, but I didn't let any tears fall...thankfully. I mean, it was only the first ultrasound for crying out loud. Was I really going to let myself cry at the sight of something the size of a kidney bean? Who am I kidding? I probably would have if I'd let myself go there. I mean, I was looking at the beginning of new life--life that Hosea and I had created together. I turned and looked at him. "That's our baby," I said to him. I could see the amazement on his face, too. There really was a living, heart-beating miracle living on the inside of me. How awesome.
