We headed back to the doctor for our "12 week" appointment...even though we were only 11w4d. We met with one of the nurse mid-wives this time. Daniel loved her because she basically told us how it is, cursed like a sailor, and wore sweatpants (seriously). She told me to burn "What to Expect When You're Expecting" because it would make me think things about my pregnancy that weren't true. Interesting character, but she's good (the first baby she delivered just turned 30!).
After the Q and A session (much more on my part since I made her play that game), we got the doppler out. We were both so curious to see if the heartbeat had changed much since the first appointment. She bragged about how she can hear a heartbeat a mile away because she has such a trained ear. After gooping up my belly with gel, she got started. Nothing...
I saw on her face she was confused, and reassured us by saying "I think it's this machine, I can't find a heartbeat. Let me go get another one" WHATTTT?!?!?! Ok Sara, hold it together! Nope...bring on the tears. No heartbeat?
Second machine....NOTHING. Ok, officially FREAKING OUT MOMMA OVER HERE!
By that time, it was 5:30, and everyone had left the office. I was determined not to leave until I knew there was a beating heart in my belly. We went into the sonogram room and fired up the machine (which was also turned off since she had left for the day too). Now the third round of goop on the belly, me laying in tears, and all the sudden...Daniel screams! I looked up to see what he could see. There it was...our baby, doing about a million summer-salts and flips. Pretty sure the heart is fine. :) haha Everytime I would bend up to see, the baby would go out of view.
GREAT, so we have a stubborn and crazy baby....are we surprised? That's what we have to look forward to! :) haha
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