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’m happy to report that according the the ultrasound, all is well with the wee one! Up next is my first midwife appointment.
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?
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