Let's make sure there's only one.
Because of the risk of multiples my doctor scheduled me for an early ultrasound. Usually pregnant women don't get their first one until week 12, but Clomid patients get one at week 7. The difference in size in the fetus is negligible at that time, but I gather they want to know how many seeds your're sprouting. Better to find out earlier that you're breeding a baseball team I guess? It'll give you time to save up for a minivan.
That first ultrasound was pretty surreal for me. Not only was I actually having a kid, but I was about to see/hear it for the first time. I was so nervous. As I laid on the table I looked over at Mike and started to sweat. Please, please, let this only be one kid. There was a tiny part of me that wanted twins, at least that way I wouldn't have an only child, and I'll get it over in one go. Kill two birds with one stone as they say. I clasped my hands across my chest and stared at the monitor.
I watched her scan my stomach and listened to the deafening silence. I follwed her every movement, squinted and strained to see what she was seeing. I couldn't make anything out. I had visions of being the mom who stares at the monitor and claims she can see the baby when really she can't (some of you will understand the Friends reference). I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make out the heartbeat. But I worried for no reason. She finally stopped moving her wand and told us there's only one. Thank god. I could see the little tiny fetus, no bigger than a blueberry. I could hear the very distinct, very fast heartbeat. That thud-thud-thud sound quickly filled the silence in the tiny room and that's when I started to cry. They were small tears, just trickling down my cheek, falling on the crunchy blue gown they dress you in. I don't think he saw me cry. I wondered if maybe there was a tear in his eyes too.
Leaving the office I was on cloud nine. We have a healthy baby, and just one of them. Thank god, I don't think our wallet could handle twins or more! Mike's joke the whole time leading up to this was that his wallet would set itself on fire if we had multiples. The technician told us the baby's heart rate was 156 beats per minute; quite healthy for that age and we are looking at a due date of March 6th, 2016.
This shit is about to get real.
That first ultrasound was pretty surreal for me. Not only was I actually having a kid, but I was about to see/hear it for the first time. I was so nervous. As I laid on the table I looked over at Mike and started to sweat. Please, please, let this only be one kid. There was a tiny part of me that wanted twins, at least that way I wouldn't have an only child, and I'll get it over in one go. Kill two birds with one stone as they say. I clasped my hands across my chest and stared at the monitor.
I watched her scan my stomach and listened to the deafening silence. I follwed her every movement, squinted and strained to see what she was seeing. I couldn't make anything out. I had visions of being the mom who stares at the monitor and claims she can see the baby when really she can't (some of you will understand the Friends reference). I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make out the heartbeat. But I worried for no reason. She finally stopped moving her wand and told us there's only one. Thank god. I could see the little tiny fetus, no bigger than a blueberry. I could hear the very distinct, very fast heartbeat. That thud-thud-thud sound quickly filled the silence in the tiny room and that's when I started to cry. They were small tears, just trickling down my cheek, falling on the crunchy blue gown they dress you in. I don't think he saw me cry. I wondered if maybe there was a tear in his eyes too.
Leaving the office I was on cloud nine. We have a healthy baby, and just one of them. Thank god, I don't think our wallet could handle twins or more! Mike's joke the whole time leading up to this was that his wallet would set itself on fire if we had multiples. The technician told us the baby's heart rate was 156 beats per minute; quite healthy for that age and we are looking at a due date of March 6th, 2016.
This shit is about to get real.
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