Friday, August 26, 2011

Going to the Doctor ...

Friday comes and I wake up feeling excited - This is just nuts! Our 10:45 doctors appt. cannot come any sooner ... And then it does. Steve takes the day off - must be nice to have so much vacation time - so I go and pick him up at the house. We are driving to the hospital thinking about when we are going to tell everyone. I am pretty sure we got in an argument because we did not want to tell Facebook because that guy is a prick and will just tell everyone we know.

So we walk in - hit the elevators, see another prego walk by, and walk in the office. I check in and once the receptionist says "Ultrasound" again - it starts freaking Steve out. We are really doing this!! Our name gets called - we go into the room. The nurse says, "ok - before we do this, you need to let your bladder out - so you can go to the bathroom right over there." Now at this point, I cannot remember if she said, "We need a sample" or if she just says, "Let your bladder out", so I start to panic. There are cups available in the bathroom with a black marker next to them. I think that she wanted a sample. SO - I pick up a cup, write "Herbert" on the side of it and let my bladder go. I put the pee cup in that convenient little drive up window door, wash my hands and head back to the room. I think, "man I really hope she needed a sample."

She tells me I have to strip down waist below and that she will be right back. I look at Steve, "Wait - I thought this was like the movies where they put goo on your tummy and do it that way?!" Steve shrugges his shoulders - "I don't know!" The nurse comes back in and off course I have to have to keep moving my ass to the end of the table - Oh no? that is still not far enough? Well shit! you want my whole body off this table?! keep scooting?! How far do you want me to go?! Anyway - after my lower half of my body is off the table, she tells us we can look at the TV monitor above us and Steve and I are not saying much. He grabs my hand and we are still looking at a black TV that is trying to get a signal so its still in the white snow phase. We finally see a big circle. Then we see a small circle. She explains that the small circle is the baby. She is marking things like, "this is the yolk sack", "This is the head", "This is the butt" ... and the whole time, Steve and I did not say a word. (sidebar - I have NO idea what a yolk sack is ...). She says that the due date would be around April 2nd but that the doctor will decide for sure. Steve makes a joke, "Looks like there is a warm front moving in!" the nurse did not find it funny and tells us that the "Doppler system" came from ultrasounds first and that the weather people stole it from them. Yikes. She then proceeds to say, "Lets see if there is just one in here..." Yes. Please do. she is silent for 5 minutes just staring at the screen. Really lady?! You are going to be silent for more than 30 seconds after that comment?! "Nope - just one." Both Steve and I blow a sigh of relief! She printed us out a picture and then it was time to meet our doctor. Our baby is the size of a raspberry.

As we are waiting for the doctor I am just staring at this image. I mean, it could be a picture of a disaster sight after a hurricane for all I know - you cannot tell that its a baby, but - I just smile at it. The doctor walks in and its like its just another day at the office for her. For us, this is a life changing event  ....  She goes through her schpeel ...
"Do you suffer from, Asthma? Diabetes? Thyroid problems? High blood pressure? Seizures?" It started feeling like the pepto commercial ... "Suffer from an upset stomach like - nausea, heartburn, diarrhea, and indigestion?!" She gives us more of a set due date of April 2nd. Steve says, "Oh man! Opening day?!" Steve and his jokes .... Anyway - when we are done, she walks over to the front desk and has the receptionist schedule 3 appointments for the rest of the year .... as she is walking away, "Make your appointments for your 12 week, your 16 week and your 21st week!!" I look at the receptionist .... "You know those dates for me, right?!"

So here we go .... baby Herbie is on it's way!

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