Seriously, I hope you are not holding your breath for blog updates because I still have little care or energy to do them right now. Soon though - I'm told - I will! I think the fatigue may be slowly getting better, but I could be imagining that. I still spent the large part of this past Sunday horizontal, so perhaps not.
Anyway, we had our first prenatal appointment with my OB yesterday! Besides the appointment itself taking flippin' forever, all went well. I think we are just so spoiled by RBA being so darn quick with everything - they would always get us in and out of there pretty fast. So having to wait several times yesterday between seeing the doctor, the ultrasound, and bloodwork, etc... I was literally gone from my office (including travel time) for four hours. Granted, we did pop by (two floors up) to say hi Dr. T on our way out and had to wait 10 minutes or so to see him - so that didn't help. But yeah, four hours. Needless to say, I was exhausted yesterday afternoon. It's amazing how much a bunch of sitting and waiting and anticipating can wear a girl out!
I wasn't expecting to do another ultrasound yesterday, so that was a fun surprise. It was a totally bizarre experience though. Now, I've had literally around 30 transvaginal ultrasounds over the years. I mean, it is like shaking my hand. No big whoop. I know the drill. But they've all been at RBA, so I was just used to how they did them. So maybe how my OB does them is normal, but I thought this was totally weird. First of all, I didn't have a private room to change in and the ultrasound tech didn't leave the room for me to drop my drawers. OK, kinda awkward but whatever. Then once I had my feet up in the stirrups, she handed ME the wand to insert myself. OK, what?!?!?! Then she took over once I put it in. OK is it just me or is that totally weird? Is there some legal reason for this or something? I mean even at an OB/GYN's office they're constantly sticking things up in your girly parts without assistance. Why not this wand? I am still totally weirded out by it. I don't like to see what's going on down there. Just do your thing under the paper gown and let me be. WEIRD.
Aside from the strange start, the sonogram was of course fun to see. Our little nut measured 4.91cm crown to rump and was moving around in there like crazy. We have no reason for it, but we both think it's a girl. So perhaps she'll be a dancer like her momma. And go on SYTYCD Season 24. I totally won't be disappointed if it's a boy though. At this point we'd take a hermaphrodite alien with eight legs. The tech also did the over-the-belly ultrasound (I'm sure that's the technical lingo) to try and get a decent profile pic, but our little bug wasn't cooperating. The pics aren't nearly as clear as the transvaginal ones - at least not this early.
So... my doctor was of course excited to see me finally knocked up. (She's the one who did all my initial why-am-I-not-getting-pregnant bloodwork and referred me to Dr. T.) She agreed that we'll do a planned C-section at 39 weeks. I like plans. She also referred me to a group of perinatologists (high-risk pregnancy docs), so my next appointment will be with them in two weeks for my 12 week screening. Then I'll be back at my OB another week after that. Sounds like I'll be seeing someone at least every 4 weeks - I'm not sure yet what kind of schedule the perinatologist will have for me. At 28 weeks, I'll start seeing my OB every 2 weeks, and then every week starting at 36 weeks. Lots to process... I guess this is really happening, huh?