AND THE BEAT GOES ON...

I knew coming into my second Dr's appt. on March 5 that I would not be receiving a ultrasound that day. Knowing and accepting are two distinct things. Needless to say, I did not accept this, I had to get some kind of ultrasound done. I was in desperate need of some form of physical and tangible proof that there was a baby somewhere inside of me. So I told Dr. S I was experiencing a dull ache/pain on the right side of my pelvis. Mind you, this was not a lie, I really did feel some aching on that side but I kinda suspected it was because of the corpus luteal cyst (Google if needed). Dr. S, now familiar with my anxiety and control issues, quickly writes up a referral for an u/s and writes up an additional referral for my standard 12-13 week u/s. Score!

I was so happy to be in possession of those referral slips and scheduled my first u/s appt. at 8w6d for March 9, that following Tuesday. Throughout that weekend, I started worrying about not hearing a heartbeat, or worse seeing an empty sac with no embryo. Tuesday finally arrives, AT picks me up from work and we head to our first u/s appt.

As we're sitting in the exam room, AT is surprised that I have to go commando. I guess he thought that they were doing to do the abdominal u/s but I knew that this early on in the pregnancy, they were sticking with the transvaginal u/s (no pun intended). I describe to him what was going to take place and he starts to chuckle like a middle school boy - not sure if he was cracking up b/c of the notion of a penile shaped device or because he was nervous. He quickly stopped laughing though when the u/s tech. came in.

The next few minutes were all a blur. We saw the baby, or should I say some form of jumping gummy bear. We heard the heartbeat. Everything looked normal. I was measuring right on my dates and the lil' tangerine's heartbeat was a strong 171 bpm. We were ecstatic and got to bring home 3 sonogram prints. We would spend the next weeks diciphering the images on the sonograms and figuring out which part was the head versus the bottom. We never figured it out.
Baby facing left w/ arms sticking out.