We went to the doctor today, and it was actually nice to not be terrified. I am such a doctor wuss. I HATE, HATE, HATE going to any doctor, even when I am sick.
I’ve noticed that doctor appointments have become predictable. Pee in cup, take my blood, sit and wait, probe my stomach, answer questions, schedule another appointment. Today was a “listen to the heartbeat” day. It was much easier to hear than last time. The first time it just sounded like we were trying to decipher an EVP FROM Ghost Hunters.
Last visit around 12 weeks: 168bpm
Today around 17.5 weeks: 152bpm
In case you have no idea (because I didn’t until they told me), both of those numbers were right on track for the week I was in.
I was happy to hear that I have not gained a bad amount of weight. For every woman, I think it is hard to see that scale go up and be ok with it mentally. Don’t worry…I am fine with the gaining weight part, but it is still strange to suddenly be ok with weight gain. It’s kind of the opposite of your whole life.
Sometimes I wonder if I am too small for 17 weeks. Some pictures online show these ladies that are huge, and some pictures show teeny, tiny bellies. I seem to just look normal plus a few gut pounds. I still can fit into some of my normal clothes, but maternity clothes just look silly on me. I don’t have a cute belly or anything. It just looks like I’ve been enjoying carbs lately. 🙂
In two weeks, we get to have an actual ultrasound that doesn’t look like a piece of popcorn in a hole!