Oh the joys of being twelve weeks pregnant. I have more energy, less nausea, and instead of looking bloated, I pretty much look pregnant.
On my way to my ultrasound last week during rush hour, a lovely lady even noticed said belly and offered me a seat on the metro. As someone who always offers her seat to those in need, I am happy when karma comes and gets me. And as my belly gets bigger and people ignore me on public transit, I hope karma comes and gets them, too!
Speaking of that ultrasound, guess how long I spent at the hospital to get my 12-week NT Ultrasound and my first blood tests? Oh, not long… just four and a half hours. Good grief. Luckily Cub wasn’t with me, and neither was Papa Wolf. Managing a bored toddler and an angry husband would’ve made the situation infinitely worse.
In the waiting room, there’s a sign forbidding cell phone usage. At first I tried to obey the sign, subtly checking my phone inside my purse. But I had brought nothing with me, and the magazine selection was meager. Plus, every other person in the room had their phone out… and I figured, doctors all have cell phones, it can’t be that big a deal! So away I went, killing time on my phone. (Mostly by texting about my impatience to anyone who would listen.)
When it was finally my turn, the tech spent quite a long time trying to get Cub 2.0 to turn the right way in my belly to get the right images. I got to watch him a lot: he was sleepy.
I feel badly for my midwife, with whom I will be meeting on February 6th. I had a dream about meeting her, and in her office she had an all-you-can-eat fresh fruit and vegetable buffet, a friendly pet monkey and a fellow who dropped in on our appointment with his guitar and got us to join him in singing “Don’t Stop Believing.” How is my midwife going to live up to that?!
Did your pregnancy become more comfortable at the end of your first trimester?