We had our first OB appointment today! Before I get to the fun stuff, check out this lovely conversation I had with J en route to the doctor…
Geek in Heels: So are you excited?
The Sperm Donor: Yes!!!
Geek in Heels:
The Sperm Donor: I have one next week, and another the week after that…I can’t wait!
Geek in Heels: What are you talking about?
The Sperm Donor: Fantasy football drafts! What are you talking about?
Geek in Heels: Our first doctor’s appointment.
The Sperm Donor: Ooh…
Geek in Heels:
The appointment itself was quick and painless. I thought I was about 6 weeks pregnant, but I guessed wrong…based on the size of the embryonic sac (that was all we could see), the doctor estimated that I’m only 4.5 weeks along.
We are scheduled for another appointment in 2 weeks, when the doctor should be able to confirm Tater Tot’s age and my due date.
(Per our friend Eva‘s suggestion, we have decided to call the baby “Tater Tot” until we decide on a name. Why Tater Tot? Because J’s nickname is, and has been for most of his life, Potatohead.)
The appointment has confirmed three things:
After doing some quick calculations, I discovered that there’s a good chance that the due date will be near or on our 2-year wedding anniversary. How cool would that be?!!
I need to find a new OB. The doctor looked and sounded so much like the Asian doctor from the movie Knocked Up that we couldn’t help but snigger. How would you feel if this scene kept running through your head?
In addition, the staff was a bit rude. When I asked if I could keep the ultrasound picture, they said, “Why would you want to keep that? You can’t even see anything!” and just brushed me off.
I need to really start taking care of myself and the baby. Everyone’s been telling me that I need to be careful, but I didn’t take much heed. I continued to climb up stairs, lift heavy objects, and even clean the bathroom while inhaling harsh chemicals. Seeing my baby on the screen was exactly what I needed. It’s time to start eating healthy, watch every step I take, and accept the fact that I will not be able to do a lot of activities I once so enjoyed. (And yes, cleaning the bathroom is something I enjoy…don’t judge me!)
Can you believe it? I’m going to be a mommy! Please keep me, Tater Tot, and J in your thoughts and prayers for the duration of this pregnancy!