**WARNING: this post goes into more detail than it probably should during a blood draw……**
Yesterday was my first doctor’s appointment, and let me tell ya: it was a little crazy! I forgot to fill out my paperwork online, but arrived 15 minutes early, so that wasn’t a problem at all. My husband went with me to see the baby and to support me.
When we were called back, the ultrasound technician gave us a quick run-down of what would happen. She asked if I had a full bladder for the ultrasound and the urine test. I told her that I wasn’t advised that I needed to have a full bladder. I wasn’t upset, but for a first time mother, I wasn’t happy about that little bit of information being left out. She said that she’d have to see how the ultrasound came out without a full bladder, but it could complicate things. The technician used WARM goo (I dunno what they call it) instead of cold, it was amazing! She took one look at the screen and said, “Oh yeah, there’s not going to be any problem without a full bladder.” I looked up at the big-screen TV on the wall in front of us and was stunned. There was the baby! I saw it clear as day, could even see the little teeny tiny arms!! I’ve only ever seen an ultrasound on TV or in the movies, so it was really cool for me! The technician did a lot of screenshots for their files, and snapped two for us. They aren’t as clear as what we first saw, but I could see the baby’s steady heartbeat (167!) the whole time. I didn’t get to hear it, but that’s ok. The technician (and physician’s assistant later on) told us that the baby’s due date is right on track: February 17th. The baby is 8 weeks and 3 days old. How exciting! Even though it’s the size of a raspberry, there is so much detail in the little fetus.
After the ultrasound and urine test, I met with another gal “Jessi” who was really nice. She was about my age, and answered a lot of my questions. She did the medical background questions for my husand and me. She was very personable, and not at all ironic. Jessi genuinely loves her job and everyone she meets. (As it turns out, cupcakes came up in the conversation and I gave her a business card, and she was almost ecstatic about that!) We met with Jessi for probably a good 20-30 minutes, and she was very thorough. She was able to answer 95% percent of my questions, and said that I would aboslutely love my doctor, “Dr. J”. She told me that Dr. J has been working with the office and the hospital we’ll be delivering at for 25 years, started in 1987! (That’s the year I was born, by the way…) But Jessi also said that Dr. J isn’t a crotchety old lady, but instead a very vibrant, youthful woman who loves her job.
After our conversation and medical history documentation, Jessi took us to a medical room to draw blood. She took one look at my veins and said “I’m going to go get “Annie” who is the needle rockstar around here, you’ll be more comfortable with her!” Annie came in with a great big smile and said she was told that I would prefer a pro. I tried to explain that I don’t faint at the sight of blood or anything, I just absolutely HATE needles. Annie understood, and took about 5 minutes trying to decide which arm to use. She said my veins were tiny, thin, and “rolled around” a lot. She was very honest when she said it might take a couple of tries to stick me right. I told her that’s fine, just do it! She stuck me once, and it didn’t work. The stick is the part that is the worst for me. She said she thought she could get the needle in if she worked it a bit and asked me if she should do that or stick me again. I told her to try since she was already in there. She did so, and that didn’t hurt. Mostly just a weird pressure. She couldn’t get it. Said the vein kept “rolling around” and that it wasn’t my fault. Christopher laughed and said “Yes it is, she doesn’t drink enough water!” Annie said that yes, if I drink a lot of water, milk, or juice (basically anything non-caffenated) 3 hours before my appointment, I’ll save myself all this pain next time. She decided to pull the needle out and stick me again in a different vein, but before she could do that, Jessi walked in to see if Annie was done. Jessi took one look at me and could tell it didn’t work. I saw myself in a mirror: I was beet read and apparently crying. Annie told Jessi what was going on, and that she was going to try again. Jessi tries to reassure me, and distracted me (quite well, I might add) with discussion of my cupcakes. I definitely felt the stick when Annie tried again, probably because by now my arm was so sensitive. Jessi and Annie both cheered and said it worked this time. Jessi and I continued to chit chat about cupcakes, and in no time, Annie had four vials of blood, and my blood draw was done.
By this point, you’ve probably already asked yourself “How has she never done this before? Doesn’t she donate blood like a decent human being?” And the answer to that is: I was told by the Red Cross that I am too anemic to donate blood. I tried once in high school at a fundraiser, but was turned away. Honestly, I haven’t tried since because I am terrified of pain and of needles.
After the blood draw, the physician’s assistant came in and sat down with us for about 2 minutes to pretty much repeat everything the ultrasound technician had told us. She asked if we had any questions, and we didn’t, so she concluded the entire appointment and walked us out.
After the appointment, I snapped a picture of the ultrasound (same picture as above) and sent it to my sister, mom, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, best friend “Amber” and very good friend “Brenda”. Everyone was super excited. My mother-in-law more than everyone else. She messaged me back saying she was crying and shaking because she was so excited. That kind of made my day. The following conversation was between my brother-in-law “Al” and me:
Me: (Sent picture) Good morning brother!! — Or should I say “uncle”?
Al: I think I see an Allbee chuli, must be another Allbee boy
Me: Haha, 12 more weeks before we know if it’s a girl or a boy!
Al: If it’s an Allbee, it’s a boy
Me: You already haver TWO nephews, don’t you want a niece??
Al: I already have two beautiful and amazing sister in laws, I’m good lol
Me: Yeah, but you can’t buy ruffles for us without getting strange looks from everyone. Besides, tiny pink Yankee uniforms are sooooo much cuter than tiny regular Yankee unofirms.
I love having a brother, considering I’ve never had one. And the one thing I know is that no matter what my family or my husband’s family wants gender-wise, everyone will be happy with whatever we have. I’ve mentioned before that Christopher wants a baby boy, and I want a baby girl. My mother wants a baby “healthy”, along with my mother-in-law. My grandma-in-law has always wanted a little granddaughter, so I would love to be able to give her one, even though I’m so far away. We’ve got a few names picked out, but other than family and Amber, we’re not announcing them just yet. My sister and I, along with Amber and I, have talked about cute baby shower ideas, and “gender parties”. I’m hoping to fly home (with my doctor’s permission, of course) in January and do a baby shower/gender party with my family and close friends. Still working on that, because I want Amber there, but she lives in a different state and is already planning to be here for the birth. Still have a long ways away for that, though.
My next appointment is at week 12, on August 6th. My parents and niece will be in town visiting us, so Mom will go to the appointment with me. I can’t wait to see my family, I just wish so so so much that my sister could come, too.
Still no morning sickness, until I started to wrap this up. Not fun. But other than that, healthy appetite, no strange cravings. No backaches or headaches. Everything is going swell (no swelling either, haha!) and I’ll keep y’all posted as we go!