7w3d: First Appointment

Our first appointment (other than the blood test confirmation) was eventful and exciting.  It's difficult at times to remember you are even pregnant sometimes, but there I was....7 weeks, 3 days.  Not only was it so difficult not to tell anyone (eh um, my mother) what we were doing when we couldn't answer the phone, but the appointment itself took about two hours.

First up, pee in a cup.  Better get used to this!

Second, head to the ultra sound room to check out our bundle and the heartbeat.  I could not have been more excited for this part!  Daniel got a little worried when the tech pulled out a "magic wand" to do the screening, but then we heard it....that sweet sweet sound beating at a healthy 165 bpm.  AMAZING!  It was truly magical!  We could distinguish the head and arm.  Just as I was getting teary-eyed...the tech said she needed a good picture of my ovaries since I was suffering from PCOS (lots of tiny cysts floating around up in there!).  This was a bit painful, so I squeezed my dear husbands hand with all my might and let out a big "OUCH!".  She expected it; Daniel didn't....and down he went with zero blood left in his face.  I then held the wand while the tech assisted him to a chair and gave him some juice.  No appointment would be complete without my adorable "manly" husband fainting the moment I am inflicted with any pain.  So sweet.  Check out a picture of our little one!

Next, ask doc a million questions and get all of the information possible.  I'm supposed to see a different doctor every time I go, so I can get used to everyone in the practice just in case my "preferred" is not available when the big moment happens this fall.  For this appointment, hubs and I were a bit disappointed with our doctor.  She waved off a few of my questions, and didn't really seem to grasp how excited we are about our first pregnancy.  Nonetheless, we got the information, and on the same token, formed a "decision" collectively that we PRAY TO THE BABY GODS we do not deliver when she is on call.

Finally, the blood work.  All 12 tubes to check my levels and for anything else that could go wrong.  For this part....Daniel got wise and turned his head (and didn't hold my hand to feel it squeeze!). 

Can't wait for the next appointment at 12 weeks.  Stay tuned!