From crashes to swooshes - the soundtrack of my life

Before I get to the details of my doctor's appt from today, let me say that I barely left the house the past two days due to the massive ice storm we got. Work was cancelled, and I had some nice lazy time in front of the TV with the cat. A giant piece of a tree fell in front of our house on Tuesday night, causing me to seriously panic and make my hubby go move my car. It scared me to death and I barely slept Tuesday night because I was afraid something was going to fall on our house! Everything was creaking and cracking and chunks of ice were falling on the roof. Luckily our power stayed on and nothing else major happened.



So on to Baby Miller (aka Miller Lite) news. Today was my first OB appt and the first chance to prove there was really something growing in there! I was so nervous because I'm still convinced I am making all of this up! No bump, no morning sickness - could there really be a baby in there? My hubby went with me, and I got a feel for what it's like to take a child to the doctor. Poor guy. He hates anything medical and gets so antsy waiting for anything. Last night I told him they would be doing a pelvic exam and he said, "While I'm IN there?!" How is he ever going to survive the delivery room? haha.

So he impatiently flipped through some old Sports Illustrated issues in the exam room until the doctor came in and talked to us a little about what she would be doing, gave us some info on the NT scan, etc. Then she left while I got undressed (which he found odd - "You have to get completely naked?! Woman stuff is so weird.") and then he started poking around stuff in the office while I chastised him. He started opening cupboards, messing with the light they shine on your ahem...undercarriage... and I kept going, "Stop touching things!" Good grief.

So when the doctor came back in, she started by trying to find the heartbeat. As soon as she put the doppler on my belly we heard it for just a fraction of a second and she said, "Let's see if we can find it again." I was praying that she would, and a few seconds later she got it for several seconds and said, "There it is!" I hadn't thought I would get emotional, but I definitely teared up. I caught MH's eye over the table and smiled at him, and said, "So there's really something in there, huh?" and my doctor said, "Yep! There's something in there!" It was awesome to finally get some proof after all this time! Then the fun part was over. The hubs skipped out to go to work and I had my pelvic exam (blech).

I decided to make Baby Miller Facebook official after the appt, and it was crazy how nervous I felt telling the world. I still can't wait to see our little bean (well, I guess right now it's a prune. Gross.). I'm not sure if we'll have the NT scan or not - still have to decide - but we will be doing an elective u/s around 15 weeks to find out the sex early. Next check up is March 1. So all is well in our world today!

No news is good news

I have spent the days since my BFP being terrified of something happening to our little Sprout (as I've now taken to calling him/her. Last night I told my husband, "Sprout's hungry again." hehe). I did force myself to stop temping and stop testing a few days ago. Then I asked my doctor's office if I could get my initial bloodwork done early, since otherwise it wouldn't be done until my 1st appointment on Jan. 18.

Yesterday I went to get the bloodwork done at a lab and asked the tech if they would check for numbers doubling, etc... and she said, "Oh no, they only do that if there's a problem. This is just a prenatal panel." Basically they were testing for diseases and such, and I had to pee in a cup. Crap - I wanted betas! So after a brief freakout, I told myself that if it weren't for The Bump, I would have no clue about betas, and I should just resign myself to the fact that I am pregnant like any sane person in the real world!

It was very surreal to have a "real" person ask, "When are you due?" and "Is this your first?" It caught me off guard! I think by telling my parents and our siblings on Christmas it will start to feel more real too. I have very few symptoms, so it's still just hard to believe.

So I'm taking this one day at a time, thanking God every morning and night for our Christmas miracle, and asking him to give us a healthy pregnancy and baby.

In case I don't "see" you all before Christmas, I wish my dear readers a wonderful, safe holiday filled with family, friends, food and lots of great presents ;o)