Written July 24, 2013
Today was the big day! We FINALLY got to go to the doctor and see our little peanut. :) Dr. B doesn’t necessarily do pregnancy “confirmation” appointments unless something is of concern (i.e. spotting, which I had with H… we ended up going at 5 and 6 weeks with her and getting ultrasounds both times, so I was spoiled!), so it seemed like FOREVER to wait until I was 8 weeks along to go.
When we got to the office, the nurse informed me that Dr. B had just gone out for an emergency c-section (one of the drawbacks of going to a one-doctor practice instead of a multi-doctor practice, I suppose), so we knew we were going to have to wait for a little while. I reminded myself that if it was me who needed an emergency c-section, of course I would want Dr. B to be there, so I did a good job (if I do say so myself, ha) of not being annoyed even though we ended up having to wait for about an hour and a half. H was with us, but luckily the toys in the waiting room (and the water fountains outside in the hallway) kept her pretty entertained in spite of her nap being cut about an hour and a half short and she did just fine.
I digress. Dr. B finally got back to the office and they called us back. I was literally shaking as I laid on the table and waited for him to come back and do the ultrasound… I’m not sure why, but I was SO nervous! I think with H, we were just so excited and everything was so new that we had no clue what to expect, so the nerves never really set in. I am not normally a nervous/worrisome person, but for some reason over the last few weeks, I have been worrying that something could be wrong. Not really sure what I thought would be wrong, but I had such a perfect pregnancy with H that I guess I just figured there was no way this one would go as smoothly as the first.
Dr. B came in and said “Congratulations, you’re pregnant! Again!” and I responded “Really? Are you sure?! Because I certainly do not feel like it!”. He laughed and asked if I hadn’t been sick this time like I was with H… which I haven’t. Not even really queasy at all more than a time or two. (SO different than from with H, when I was barfing morning, noon and night and in sometimes between!). He laughed and said I should be thankful and that he thought this one would be a boy! I asked him if there was any truth to the wives’ tales about having more morning sickness with girls than with boys, and he told me that there was no real proof of it, but that there have definitely been some studies that suggest that girls’ hormones trigger some people to be much sicker than when pregnant with boys. He said it obviously could go either way, but he was going on record as guessing it was a boy. We shall see!!!! (Side note: I have had a gut feeling since day 1 that this one is a boy. I had the same gut feeling with H that she was going to be a girl, so it will be interesting to see if I am right again or if I am totally wrong this time!)
Anyway, it was finally time to see our little one. I held my breath until the picture came up on the screen (which, btw, took forever. Totally TMI but I guess the baby was very far up and also very near the surface of my stomach because OMG y’all. The first ultrasound is “internal” and let’s just say it was LESS than comfortable as he tried to find the baby…) but then it finally did. Behold, Baby A #2:
And because my mom said “umm, I’m not sure where the baby is?”, here is a zoomed in photo of the ultrasound:
Dr. B apologized that he couldn’t get a better picture, but he could tell that I was very uncomfortable (I think I still may be walking funny…) so I told him this one was JUST fine. ;) We saw the little heart just beating away, and finally, for the first time, I relaxed. And it felt real. So, so real. I held back tears as I laid there on the chair, but I was so excited/relieved/happy and just overwhelmed with all the emotion. Jon squeezed my hand and said “he or she is perfect”. Yep, he or she is. Even our wild little Hadley stayed completely still and quiet the entire time of the ultrasound and her eyes were glued to the screen. I know she had no idea what it meant, but we told her that was her little brother or sister there on the screen and that she was going to be the best big sister. And I know she will, even if this all totally rocks her little world as she knows it. ;)
It turns out that I am a couple of days behind where I thought I was, and am 8 weeks, 2 days, with an expected due date of March 3, 2014. Dr. B looked at my chart and recalled my low fluid experience (which is what sent us STRAIGHT to the hospital to be induced with H at 39 weeks), and told me that it was likely that I would have low fluid this time around too, but not definite. Either way, I will get to have ultrasounds at every appointment from 28 weeks on (yay!) and it is also more likely that I will end up being induced this time around, too, which would put the baby coming sometime in late February…but of course that is all just a guessing game and we will have to wait and see what happens.
We ended the appointment in Dr. B’s office where we asked a few questions and just caught up with Dr. B a little. I sure do love my doctor, and I am so glad to be going through this whole process again with someone that I trust as much as I trust him. I am not sure if this is the last baby for the Aldridges or not (I say yes, Jon says no, ha!), but I hope that I’m lucky enough to be with Dr. B for all of our children, whether this is the last one or not. ;)
After today, I feel much better about sharing the news with our extended families (grandparents, aunts/uncles, cousins, etc.) and I guess we will do that the next time we see them (not sure when that will be, but hopefully it won’t be too long). :) We will still probably wait until at least our 12 week appointment before sharing the news publicly, and I need to figure out how we are going to do it! I have some ideas about taking some photos of H reading her “Best Ever Big Sister” book, but who knows whether she will cooperate.
Last thing for tonight, I got Jon to take a pic of my 8 week belly just to show a starting point (bad Mama, I forgot to have him take one at the VERY beginning when we found out, but luckily I don’t think it has grown too much at this point) for the bump growth. I know they say that you show much faster with your 2nd child, so it will be fun to compare the weekly bump photos with the ones from my first pregnancy
if I can remember to take them every week. I also decided to wear the same outfit that I wore in my weekly photos with H to make the comparison even more similar. :) Anyway, here’s the starting point:
All for tonight— I plan to start the “weekly update” posts at 11 weeks like I did with H, but if anything comes up before then, I’ll be sure to update! We go to the beach the week after next, and I sure am looking forward to getting away and having some serious relaxation time.