Nice to meet you...I'm...pregnant
Great Googly Moogly! There is indeed a little person inside of me! Unreal. Completely, totally, mind-blowingly, overwhelmingly, unreal.
Well, the appointment today was a lot like I expected and nothing like I expected. I drank the required 16 oz of water 1 hour before the appointment time at 12:30. By noon I was experiencing some bladder pressure, by thought I could tough it out until after the ultrasound. By 12:15 I was keeping my legs crossed and my hand pressed as hard as possible in between my legs (so lady like). By 12:31 I thought I might cry a little and by 12:34 I wanted to pass out. Finally, around 12:36 the nurse called me back to change for the ultrasound, and since I could barely stand up straight they let me use the bathroom. But just a little! "Pee in this cup, and try and remember how much liquid you expel. Thanks." Um...okay, why?. But Sweet Jesus, peeing never felt so good. Even though I did only go a little. I said a thank you prayer the whole time I was "expelling".
After I was mercifully allowed to somewhat empty my bladder I entered the room with the machine (that sounds very sci-fi, it wasn't). I was waiting for the technician to get Jim from the front office and looked over at the ultrasound screen, only to see my name across the top of the screen. Cue tears. I cannot describe the feelings that came over me knowing in just a little while I would hopefully be seeing something on that screen that Jim and I created. A life. That we created. By ourselves (which, thank goodness, because that could get a little freaky if we weren't by ourselves). Another person.
Jim came in and stood to the side and the technician began her work. For awhile Jim just stood there and I just craned my head to try and see what the sam hill was going on. The technician was oh so unhelpful by keeping her mouth shut almost the whole time, so neither one of us had any idea what was happening for awhile. I'm pretty sure Jim saw the baby before I did simply because he did not have to look back over his shoulder to see what was going on. Finally, after what seemed like a very long time the technician showed me the baby, which was super duper teeny tiny and estimated that due to the size our baby is around 7 weeks, three days, give or take a few days. Cue more tears. Our baby...seven weeks...OUR baby...the baby that we made.
The Radiologist came in after the technician finished to verify how far along I am, and confirmed that I did not conceive after my last period (which, duh, I dun tole you that) but did so about a month after my last period. This puts me conceiving right around the time I thought, end of June (plus two weeks, so middle of June). I am so smart.
Which means that in March 2006, there will be another person here on earth. A person that may look like Jim, or may look like me, but a person that we created. Holy crap. That truly blows me away.
Well, the appointment today was a lot like I expected and nothing like I expected. I drank the required 16 oz of water 1 hour before the appointment time at 12:30. By noon I was experiencing some bladder pressure, by thought I could tough it out until after the ultrasound. By 12:15 I was keeping my legs crossed and my hand pressed as hard as possible in between my legs (so lady like). By 12:31 I thought I might cry a little and by 12:34 I wanted to pass out. Finally, around 12:36 the nurse called me back to change for the ultrasound, and since I could barely stand up straight they let me use the bathroom. But just a little! "Pee in this cup, and try and remember how much liquid you expel. Thanks." Um...okay, why?. But Sweet Jesus, peeing never felt so good. Even though I did only go a little. I said a thank you prayer the whole time I was "expelling".
After I was mercifully allowed to somewhat empty my bladder I entered the room with the machine (that sounds very sci-fi, it wasn't). I was waiting for the technician to get Jim from the front office and looked over at the ultrasound screen, only to see my name across the top of the screen. Cue tears. I cannot describe the feelings that came over me knowing in just a little while I would hopefully be seeing something on that screen that Jim and I created. A life. That we created. By ourselves (which, thank goodness, because that could get a little freaky if we weren't by ourselves). Another person.
Jim came in and stood to the side and the technician began her work. For awhile Jim just stood there and I just craned my head to try and see what the sam hill was going on. The technician was oh so unhelpful by keeping her mouth shut almost the whole time, so neither one of us had any idea what was happening for awhile. I'm pretty sure Jim saw the baby before I did simply because he did not have to look back over his shoulder to see what was going on. Finally, after what seemed like a very long time the technician showed me the baby, which was super duper teeny tiny and estimated that due to the size our baby is around 7 weeks, three days, give or take a few days. Cue more tears. Our baby...seven weeks...OUR baby...the baby that we made.
The Radiologist came in after the technician finished to verify how far along I am, and confirmed that I did not conceive after my last period (which, duh, I dun tole you that) but did so about a month after my last period. This puts me conceiving right around the time I thought, end of June (plus two weeks, so middle of June). I am so smart.
Which means that in March 2006, there will be another person here on earth. A person that may look like Jim, or may look like me, but a person that we created. Holy crap. That truly blows me away.
posted by Al at 4:06 PM
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