On Tuesday we had our first obstetrician's appointment. The last time I saw my ob I was in the closing stages of a miscarriage and he was about to perform a curette on me, so it was a pleasant change to go in there this time with a little more confidence that things were OK. That's not to say we're being overly optomistic, in fact we're being very realistic about things this time and literally taking things one day at a time. But it was nice to finally talk to him about some of the issues that I had wanted to discuss last time, such as debunking some of the food myths etc (turns out I can eat medium-rare steak!! Yay! And I can drink diet coke!! Yay! And I can have ham or salami if it's cooked, like on a pizza!! Yay! But it's true that alcohol isn't all that great so only on very special occasions).
Dr Price did a scan while we were there - I've included the picture here. It was great to see the little sprout doing well with a nice strong heart beat. The size here is 7 weeks and 5 days and this is actually further along than I got last time, so already this sprout is bigger than the last ever was.
As we were leaving the doctor's office on Tuesday we were sprung by a good friend of ours who had just had a baby and was a patient at the hospital. We forgot all about her being there and it was a bit of a shock to both us and her when we met up rather sheepishly walking out the obstetrician's door! So she and her husband know now, and they are keeping mum about it until we're ready to go public ;-)
I haven't had any morning sickness as such but have had small bouts of feeling 'uncomfortable' and feeling like I would like to just lie down until the feeling passed. Unfortunately I'm usually at work when this comes on, so I can't really have my nanna nap, but the discomort doesn't seem to last very long so it's not that disruptive... yet!
So, 8 weeks pregnant today and still going strong... keep your fingers crossed!
Quote of the day...
"... on that occasion she had felt great satisfaction deep down for the fact that [her son] gave her life a meaning far beyond any satisfaction she could derive from doctoral dissertations or archaeological digs. If there is a meaning in life it must be centred upon a person, she thought, nothing else. It had to be a person." (Henning Mankell: Kennedy's Brain)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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Fingers, toes, arms, legs, eyes...all crossed!
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